"theresa's birthday"

theresa vu, we're all here for you. shots and shots. hugs and hellos. weezer sing-a-longs. strange fake-orgy/dance-athons. top rock lessons and fake vomit gags. rooftop poetry sessions and tvu freestyles. friends in circles or in corners. long bathroom lines and wrestlings on the floor. sleeping bag or carpet floor slumerers. bad jokes and honest compliments.

can anyone
catch a comet
with a butterfly net?

what about
a withdrawing star
fading away into the night
like a smile
over silence?

a glimpse
a precious glimpse
is all anyone
can ever ask for

dope song: cibo matto's spoon slam, bam, this song drives me up and down, to and fro, and on and on.