remember the time
I left my cherry flavored chapstick
on your dash
and it was late July
maybe early August
and it melted into a globby mess?
well the point was
that I was in your car
sideways glancing your calloused hands
on that steering wheel
anyhow, I put the chapstick
in my refrigerator’s vegetable crisper
and put the streaming thoughts of you and me
on freeze too.
I guess I’ll just give it some time.
