is even more fun than going to Amity, 1020, The Heights, The Expat, Suite
or being sick to my stomach on the Via back to your dorm
partly because when drinking your Orange Exuberance you look like a better happier St. John (the Divine)
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for South American infusions
partly because of the fluorescent yellow cans around the apartment
partly because of the Bluephoria our lips reveal before people on the street
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as cold
as refreshing as pleasantly caffeinated when right in front of it
in the cold suite refrigerator light, we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a metal tab dangling from a Revel Berry
and the RatRock show seems to have no faces in it at all, just blurry film photographs
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever took them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the photographs in the world
except possibly for the ones posted on the official Yerba Mate Instagram account occasionally and anyway there’s a truck outside handing out Enlighten Mints until three
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together.
