Together we fill gaps.

Remember that time
we watched all the Rocky movies?

"Yo Adrian."

I was spread out
on your living room floor.
The carpet making impressions on my skin.

Surrounded by outdated knick-knacks,
you the youngest in the family.

I pretended like I was asleep.
Wondering what you would do.

Eyes shut, ears open.

Knowing that you would have to wake me,
to drive me home.
My favorite part of the night.

Driving home
on the road my grandma lives on.

Dreaming of meat lockers
and holding hands,
my feet propped on your dashboard.