931 Revisited

Last night I took a picture of the moon
standing underneath your old room
drunk on one thousand memories:
our small bed upstairs
that wild look in your eyes
200 people dancing
on the living room floor


no money for the rent
the yard washed in
shadows and moonlight
hank williams drifting
from an upstairs window
a hole in the kitchen wall
the landlord's voice
in the morningtime
and you naked in my bed
at age nineteen



now there's an old lady
living in the back apartment
where we used to scream
i don't give a fuck
and i love you
in the same breath
just like brandon said