I find Jackie in the garden, digging holes with a stick in a section of the flowerbed that's gone to weeds. "Whatcha doing, kiddo?""Planting dinosaur seeds," she says, beaming up at me. She uncurls ... [+]
We became a hyphenated word likehonky-tonk, long-term, six-pack, full-timeWe dropped the dash likebutterfingers, afterthought, upstream, everythingWe fit the mold, independently, likehalf of something more complexWe simplified it;I stepped forward when you stepped backYou stepped forward when I stepped back;We blended into one word,A portmanteau, likespork, smog, froyo, brunchA portmanteau is a suitcaseIt opens into halvesI don't think we've closed upBut we have less friends than beforeOr we see them less. And I worry They don't care/don't knowIf I'm smoke or if you're breakfastBecause I can't