Saturday

I will look forward to Saturday night, will look forward to Saturday night, forward.

the backs of my thighs melting into the warm wood of benches meant for two

your arm on my shoulder a phantom

I’ll close my eyes and let that sweet and sinful guitar wrap around me

murder songs by guthrie interspersed with a love song or two

isn’t that just how it goes?

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