Bellingham baby, Maui transplant
leaving sun for heavy rain and snow
You line your eyes with Bachalo's ink
and have a room at Choir Girl Hotel
Thousands of miles apart, we were friends
in high school. Etching Corgan and Reznor
lines into the margins of spiral notebooks,
looking at people on stage saying,
hey, I wanna do that.
Maybe we'll meet someday.