Everyone was wearing leather jackets

My mind was entangling thoughts of you.


I want to apologize for being a liar,
but you wouldn't understand,
and i don't want to explain myself

unlike my mother's algebra teacher,
who looks like your brother
and wore a "Seattle Mariners" shirt,
which kept reminding me of Ben Gibbard
talking between songs on the John Byrd EP,
the day i met him.

he told me they could have been twin brothers,
separated at birth

and for a second,
i believed him.

and as i sat through my mom's
History of Rock and Roll class,
and had to listen to U2's With or Without you,
and Sonic Youth's Candle,
and some kid with a really bad 90's hair cut,
blond streaks and all, came in late, looking stoned,

I resigned in the corner of the room thinking
about the lake looking like deep, dark, stormy, body of ocean water

wondering about the thrill from
rowing out into the snow and mist,
over the freezing icy waters of the Northwest.