nanette

every day i walk past your house on the way to work and on the way back.

and every day i look into yr large bay window into yr orange living room.

and i see you in there doing something

sometimes yr mixing brownies in yr big blue bowl

(i know its yr favorite)

sometimes your holding yr little dog and i think its cute even though im biased against them.

sometimes you are knocked out with popcorn on your chest and the remote still in your hand.

sometimes youre dancing when you think no one can see you

(those are the best days)

i see your life through your large bay window and i know you quite well by now.

every day i make sure to look.

but today, i didnt see you through your large bay window

but thats because today you were sitting on the sidewalk with a thin yellow chalk drawing the most beautiful things.

i sat down next to you like we are old friends because we are.

and i told you i loved you and i always have

and i kissed you

and you took out your cell phone

and called the police.

(ps yr dog bit me and i dont think its cute anymore)

ps. yall make me wanna throw up the lunch i just ate.