Blueberry Lemonade

Blueberry lemonade swirls in my head
and snow tugging at my figure tips.
An elementary play ground
and that swing set that’s too small for him.
The dog that’s so cute walking his man around the park,
circle after circle.
Teeth chatter and we tell little stories
about elementary school moments
and high school hits and
little sisters.
We find ourselves wandering circles in gaslight
speaking nonsense about nonsense
and about getting high.
A smile and white teeth
and he tells me about a slip on the ice
that almost lost him one white one.
We talk about girls who drink too much
and teaching
and power.
And when he brings me home
awkward arms
touch
awkward arms
and I stumble into the house.