Hey, Sen

Let Us Compare Mythologies
Was on your nightstand with an effigy
Lipstick-touched reminders and All That Fall;
From distance I kind of knew that you were gone
Are you the only girl to wear creepers as a test?
I know my shoes have also been appraised
You were on the Ameche so I studied your room;
On the shelf next to your Blues and Haikus
Were your 45s that had no sleeves
And a signed picture that Prousted me back to
Hey, Sen, be my friend
The first time I truly knew lust
A conflation of memories; the good ones are
As Calloway played low I could pick out untethered words
And a signed picture prousted me back to
Hey, Sen, be my friend