i can’t
help but look
at you and see
everything i ever
wanted in
a child.
and i’m not just
talking about
the pretty face
(more your mom than you dad, thankfully),
or the
totally rad
outfit and bangles
that i picked out.
no.
i’m talking about
the brains.
the personality.
the disposition.
the you.
(yes, you can thank your mom for all of that stuff, too).

we were somewhere
but i don’t
mean it the
way you think i do.
yeah.
we were in
an auto rickshaw
on some
street in bangalore,
but what i mean
is that you
were somewhere
else in that head
of yours.
like maybe back
in los angeles,
playing your piano,
or throwing
apples into
the street
or at daycare.
me?
i wasn’t
as far out as
you were
at that moment,
but i was
somewhere as well.
i was imagining [...]