Every ugly shirt I’ve met this summer
reminds me of you.
Sometimes I think about the curve of your back
and how it looked as you fixed my drinks.
Three parts alcohol, one part juice, two parts luck -
we always needed the luck.
I’ll make a politically incorrect mixtape
and dedicate it to your eyebrows.
It will include a David Foster Wallace namedrop
and be a summer hit with the 18 to 25 hipsters
and the 45+ critics. Your favorite blogger
will dedicate a whole Tumblr post to it;
you will know it was for you.
