I know all these '90s songs
from the middle school dances.
I wore an oversized black T-shirt
to the dark cafeteria dance floor.
It said "Got Milk?" in white letters I tucked
into the front of my jeans. Mom
braided my hair.
The bright "Got Milk?"
is a glow-stick in my adolescence.
Try to go deeper this time.
We have a song in common.
Things started to turn around
for me, around "Dancing in the Dark."
It was around this time of year, 2005:
I saw flowers for the first time
in a landscape I thought I hated.
Nights were warmer. The lengthening light
kept me company in evenings.
Come on, you're motivating me.
Summer 1998 we moved houses:
a bedroom for each of us.
That first night alone I turned on the radio:
Springsteen. I looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars
Dad helped me putty to the ceiling.
I learned again, at age twelve, to self-soothe.You'll feel this in your ribs.
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