They tell me to speak my mind,
but to keep hidden what others don’t know.
They tell me that green means go,
but I like the thrill of
pushing backwards.
He told me he loved me.
I told him I love lasagna.
The mirror told me
“Jupiter will be arriving
in 3.25 days.”
I didn’t believe the mirror.
But Jupiter did arrive in 3.25 days
on my face.
They tell me to be responsible
but the taste of ginatonics triumphs
in my throat.
They tell me not to worry
but I forgot to put my car in park.
I guess
it’s a good thing
that he loves lasagna too.