Come Up

The neighborhood 
is quiet, 
all streetlights 
turned out. 

There's no
one awake, 
and no reasons 
to doubt. 

I can't stand 
the silence, 
so come up 
the stairs. 

Wear your shoes 
on the carpet, 
I don't even 
care. 

Just give me 
your hand, 
I'll let you 
take lead. 

So I can give 
what you want, 
and take what 
I need. 

2019

Summer 2019 is 
unforgettable to me... 
in Minneapolis where 
I always felt free.
 
Friends with scooters 
and spilt milkshakes...  
tobacco shops and 
drunken mistakes. 

Uber drives in 
new-scented cars...  
with unlikely dives 
at classy gay bars. 

Cigarette butts and 
cold windy nights...  
hotel keys and 
blurred city lights. 

Crooked smiles and 
shitty leftovers... 

With a pancake house 
that fixed the hangovers.