She lays in the 11am sun
Her hair tied back loose
Brushes the back of her neck soft
Her man is making faces at his reflection in the window
He’s wearing a black vest and shades
He looks like and old rocker
Screaming to himself silently
Then laughing it off.
She might just fuck him tonight.
That night they go see some music
The lead singer talks about being alive in a titty bar in Portland, Oregon
She notices the bass player has sweat through his shirt
It looks like a small set of lungs
For a while she watches him breathe in stereo
Her man is holding her by the hips
Absently tapping out a beat on her midnight blue dress
It isn’t the same as the drummer on stage
But it fits.
She pays for food
He pays for another round of drinks
They agree they couldn’t put a price on love
But if they did
It would end in a .95
It would feel like a bargain
And come in easy payments
She and him
They know their love is too expensive to explain to other people.
When they get home they stay awake to watch the sun come up
“you’re beautiful” she says.
“you’re everything” he says.
They fall asleep to the tune of her blue dress hitting the floor.