which drove us from the fireworks to a bar where whiskey-lit
she told me of her landlord in the hills of Snickersville Turnpike
who dug a spacious pit twelve feet deep in the yard and not
to build a swimming pool but because he wanted to snorkel
and thinking about that later in the parking lot and thinking
of kissing her I closed my eyes and dove right in I think
it's crazy not to declare your independence from the dryness
of our days, remember that once we all were fish