Fine Flu Journal Fine Flu Journal- june 2014 | Page 26

Midsummer XLVIII

I kissed a girl on a bus
And that bus went everywhere
I kissed a girl with the windows open
And the windows were our mouths
By this time the act of kissing
Had gotten all muddled
With the act of rolling
The landscape revealing itself
Little by little
Mile by mile by mile
Word got around
And word got embellished
By the young
Who would roll into each other
With abandon
Like dice warmed
By the very thought
Of a stranger’s br VF