{September}

September was my first friend in college. A poet. Some days he didn't know what day of the week it was. Some days he'd invite me over for tea on the front porch, a crickety old thing with a sad beige couch and a rusty bar stool. He made me mixed CDs. He wanted to kiss me but I said no what kind of music you have around here and he put on this song and said listen listen here comes the best part and he tugged at his hair and sang i wanna seeeeeeeee movies of my dreams.....