talking about breasts
waltzing through the shop
hauling a keyboard around the east side
making up lyrics to a song about butts
a double shot of espresso
telling secrets underneath a table
midnight trips to zebb's
a short stack of pancakes
watching aqua teen
laughing at a miniature version of carl
laughing with somebody
until 3:30am
is something i can tolerate.
crystal, don't forget nights like these exist.
and cherish that you're staying in milwaukee
where you've belonged all along.
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