Idols at the shore of makeout creek

& I'll always remember 

That night in the 

Abandoned orange grove 

At the end

Of our block

With the softest

Smile

Snuck out

To the heart of the 

Lush growth

In my rusted shitbox Impala 

(First time driving

Under cover of darkness)

& we idled 

Beneath a smog dusted sky

With pinholes of moonlight

& the sweet air 

Seeping in

Thru the dirty windows;

Heaven

Nirvana 

Shangri-la—

Whatever you want to name, 

We had it

For that beauty of a night

& the radio faded us 

Back into life

With the sunrise:

"Well she was an American Girl-

Raised on promises."

We didn't speak again

Until you called me

When Tom Petty died 

We bawled—sobbing 

Until it hurt

To breathe

And we fell asleep

With our phones to our ears

Like the old times