a certain mood of melancholy,
this music will always remind me
of late-night donald sutherland films,
strangely wistful and engaging,
and picking you up drunk from parties …
a radio keeping me awake,
a song replaying in my room,
listlessness and guilt
in the bar at night.
strange people saying hello to me
and alan arkin being destructive in cars.
I fall in love all the time
and am beginning to feel old.
I’ve had a month of being twenty-one.
I think of boys I never used to know at school.
I wonder what they are doing now.