We fell in love because of that lift home,
a pirated Strokes album playing, me glancing
at your lipring between turns. We’d already
grounded ourselves on music floes:
me a lovechild of Band of Horses and Florence,
you a mashup of Bloodhound Gang and Amanda Palmer.
You taught my body how to sing under basslines
from Arctic Monkeys. We danced to Jes Kramer,
kissed under a streetlamp. We muraled our hearts
with words, exposed the raw piano solos
of lost parents and childhood abuse; we bonded, trusted.
Wrote our own chorus and – three years later –
recorded the outro: our vows.
Kelsey May is a poet, writer, and teacher from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Her work has appeared in The 3288 Review, Pine Hills Review, NonBinary Review, and Paste Magazine and received several awards, including a nomination for a 2016 Pushcart Prize. She blogs regularly at Hyype and enjoys drinking fruit smoothies.