on the beach, with half of my honesty

what I left at home, a little lie

I don’t know anything about this

only just met you and I have some questions

reality and an increase in stingrays

that we ignore stepping out into the waves

with all my awkward pride I watch you swimming

disappear and return, shivering

staring off and covered with sand I’ll explain my

obsession with Wonderland by Murakami

until we search for someplace quiet with a good bar

closer ones are crowded, but we don’t go too far

If I’m a glass of milk then you’d be beer

unlikely pair of beverages, sitting here

your inhibitions are quieted by drinking

leaving you breathing on a cigarette

your hair is still great, all crowded above you

I think about how I might never love you

Now I’m praying like you, sorry, sorry

I am opaque and mellow, sour with worry 

like you said, we are too aware and insecure

unfinished sentence drags into the future

you may kiss me someday, I’ll be the same

expect nothing while I analyze this game

it’s always been scary, I’m underwhelming

no one stares at me, that’s why I’m asking