Love Me, Windy (poem)

 I was inspired to write this poem on a car ride home from Chicago.  Somewhere in Ohio...I was sitting in the back seat of my friend's Mazda 2...all scrunched up...spilled some gatorade in my lap...was a little sick...but somewhat excited from what I saw in Chicago and for things to come.  I felt that this time I would explain a bit of my process, because this time the circumstances were humorous/coincidental/ironic to me.


Love Me, Windy

Call you windy, drifty

Between these buildings
Always shifting looking thrifty
Take notice, I've stared off
Because you're tricky tricky
You're a trick to me
If I say it enough it'll start sticking
You stick to me, windy
Unabashed, that's the word I'm thinking
At least I think I'm thinking
You're unabashedly sticking tricky, windy