on dyeing a green river greener
and avoiding ketchup at all costs
on a communal prayer
for sixty-degree weather
well into late september
or (fingers crossed) october
on ghosts and marshall fields
on the just-under three million
living here (not including us)
on saturday night
when our favorite 4am
stayed open until 5am
on the sidewalk
when you kissed me
on the mouth
under the train tracks
and the confetti sparks
came raining down
when i realized that this
was the best life of my life
and it would be several days
before i remembered
that i left my wallet
on the bar