Gina

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.