on thursday i cruised the strip of downtown indianapolis, like summer in another lifetime. i want to live in the inner-city, in the ghetto, in neighborhoods full of kids like these and schools with numbers. i want to live in a colorful house with you, one that's smaller on the inside than it seems on the outside, and i want to park our cars on the street and feel like the ritzy apartments a block away are lived in by members of a socioeconomic class that's always just out of reach. i want to speak spanish to our neighbors and i want our white kids to be the minority for once. i want to go to church and worship in a thousand different languages and cultures, all under one roof. i want to live with the people i love.
i kissed you through the window after renewed adventures at our personal pizza parlor. let's dye more easter eggs with secret messages written on them about lovers and bike rides to come. did i surprise you, did i sweep you off your feet? i am most comfortable when your hand rests on my thigh under the dinner table.
