we didn’t have our own
the only copy
of bill & ted’s excellent adventure
was always out
& i was still too young
to alter the course of history
not yet lovesick
for pale girls
chanting nirvana anthems
drinking wine coolers
in the suburban garages
of my youth
sitting there indian style
with unsalted popcorn on a paper towel
on a green shag carpet
that never looked clean
no matter how many times
you tried to scrub the memories out
i spent my saturday nights
watching cronenberg
& hal hartley’s
loveletters to long island outsiders
feeling just as weird & out of place
as i was supposed to
waiting on the future.
