- loosely shaped hits of the summer -

i was never asked,

but i learned to impress the 405.

i sift contentment through the details of our days,

and found me better hooked by your arm through the

shifted lights of 2am street-counting.

we built something together.

morning hours hit me uncomfortably on the floor,

and our unspoken promises bind closer

when you come out to see me strewn about

with the rest of the unfinished furniture;

circumstance may have realized us at first,

but now we are barely our whole lives diving in

for the great we seek by each other.