I wasn’t dazed or confused when you cheated
with the Milla Jovovich look-a-like barista.
But I’m still bitter.
When I nibbled your earlobe on the moonlit pier
you said: “I love you… I think?”
It would’ve been a lot cooler if I’d
pushed you into the lake.
When I drove us to your Dad’s for Christmas,
you never offered to pay for gas.
It would’ve been a lot cooler if I’d
abandoned you on the New Jersey Turnpike
When you climbed the fire escape to my turreted room,
I let you come inside.
It would’ve been a lot cooler if I’d
shut the window on your fingertips.
When we met in the neglected corner of a VHS store,
you asked if I’d seen Dazed and Confused.
It would’ve been a lot cooler if I’d
said: “Fuck Richard Linklater.”