True story.
polar bear
she sat there in grey and grey
and she threw her head back when
she laughed as if there’s nothing
plaguing my grey matter
and the cards kept being dealt
while the coins piled up
but the money didn’t matter
her bare thigh propped invitingly
under my right elbow was a dream
with a small birthmark like an island
just when that song hit the intro,
hit the air, hit my ears, and hit my
core, my hands found hers as
close neighbors again
