North Park


“We were playing 21

In the pitch black of a country night.

I was struck like a drunk,

and I rolled my eyes tryna sit tight.

I was dangerously tangled

the second time I met you.

And now I’m so impatient to adore you.

I crashed my car last night.

We were drinking warm wine

from paper cups that we left outside.

God, I wished you were mine,

as your skin as your skin lit up in the sunrise.”


“Second Time” by Bruno Major