Hey, Sen - Cheatahs

Let Us Compare Mythologies

Was on your nightstand with an effigy

Lipstick-touched reminders and All That Fall;

From distance I kind of knew that you were gone

Are you the only girl to wear creepers as a test?

I know my shoes have also been appraised

You were on the Ameche so I studied your room;

On the shelf next to your Blues and Haikus

Were your 45s that had no sleeves

And a signed picture that Prousted me back to

Hey, Sen, be my friend

The first time I truly knew lust

A conflation of memories;

the good ones are

As Calloway played low I could pick out untethered words

And a signed picture prousted me back to

Hey, Sen, be my friend