Also Wilco

Really.


We drove forty-four and a half miles in the rain,

tearing up across every other song.

The usual procedure.

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t easy.

Am I more attracted to you,

or your erogenous anti-art?

All these insecurities are within us:

I forgot to be brilliant.

You forgot to remember

the silvery stars.

I am trying to make you,

See.


By: Jake Adams