Want

You know you want one.  

You know you want one.   

You know you want one.  

You know you want a burger and fries 

and to dip your fries into your vanilla chip milkshake 

while listening to Echo and the Bunnymen

so loud that you can't hear your mom 

yammering about her boss 

and her friends

and the way you never do your chores.

Measure by measure

Drop by drop

and pound for pound

you want to run really fast to the beach 

when it's foggy and no one can see you smoking.

you're a ghost.

a beach ghost.

you are the ghost of summer past.

you slip into the fog and you are 

nothing but the scent of coppertone 

the taste of lemonheads

the feeling of bikini strap behind you neck

crafting you into ladyhood one knot at a time

there was a girl named jenny

there was always a girl named jenny

this jenny was nice to you until she realized you were just somebody's

GIRLFRIEND

then she ignored you

good feminist that she was.

You know you want one.  

You know you want one.   

You know you want one.