You flowers by the station in the rain
But all you asked for was a sugar mouse
And our sticky lips met on Brighton Beach?
You took me through your house to the garden
And I played with your rabbits in the grass
As you played Yo La Tengo and giggled
At how much of a child I was with them,
Then up in your room I ran through your books,
You pulled off my stupid painted jumper,
And I looked at the magazine clippings
It seemed you had plastered across yourself.
When you asked me how to write a sonnet
I kissed you because I'm better at that.