We Stopped for Daily's
We stopped for snacks at the Daily’s on the way back
The lucid, translucent orange and blues hit the windshield
Not bound by brick and mortar
Untaxed by the worries
Of becoming a starving artist.
We listen to Sublime on the way home
(Just like we do every Friday)
Your brother turns up the volume so loud
I can’t hear my own voice.
I drown in the music
The bass hitting with each heart beat
Still, I listen closely.
I drink pineapple soda and sit in the backseat
I think to myself; I want friends like you
The kind that stops for snacks and firewood at Daily’s
The ones that know what the other is saying without
Saying a word.
We’ve known each other for seven months,
But when you invite me to the conversation
I still look at you with golden eyes.
Before you I spent so long feeling the heaviness
Of a burden too large to bury.
I look out these windows and see into my past,
Graveyards of past best friends
And in mourning.
When we pull into the driveway,
Opaque stars have awakened, their light
Travels across our eyes
Your brother takes a swig of pineapple soda.
My pineapple soda.
I don’t take this as an insult,
but rather a compliment
He knew he could take mine
And suddenly I feel as if I, too am a brother.