gritty snitty

i'll cook you some grits - the instant kind, in the microwave - if only you roll yr pants up to show those skinny calves when you walk, and tape my ripped-up bike map back together in a way that makes everything not so far away. and if you like organic apples maybe i'll bake you a pie, or maybe not, but if you flash a grin my way i'll at least wink a promise in return. cuz i'm trying, trying real hard, to remember my what's and where's and who's, to mind my p's and q's, but mostly i want to just throw these menus and these phones up into the air down into the chicago river and never hear rings or make choices again - mostly i want you to grab me tight and save my solidity. i want to save all these bored pacing creatures at the zoo, nowhere, no nowhere, to be quiet & inconspicuous. stares get stale. you put on yr raincoat and laugh at my dripping hair, at the jeans clinging to my thighs and i laugh too cuz the power's flickering and the summer's slipping away.