–IF YOU CAN’T TELL, I WANNA DANCE WITH YOU

 

Jars

Let’s open up a Kool-Aid stand and drink every jar we make. I’ll wipe the grape smear off your lips, and you’ll smack me back playfully. We’ll be young again, in love, and you’ll be alive again, the girl next door I used to fantasize about when she picked dandelions and put them in her hair like three simple suns just out of reach.