Here’s the Deal with Spring
Sure, they wake you up really damn early
After a night drinking, smoking, flirting in sidewalk cafes
But the singing birds remind us
Of the vitality of life returning (so shut the fuck up!)
As artificial and unnatural as it may look
That too light green of primary growth
And the grasses sprouting among garbage in sidewalk cracks
That’s spring too
Being able to wear so little clothing that
Not only do you feel 20 pounds lighter
You can actually feel the breezes
On your bare white skin
The sun in your face and knowing
Just how fucking cool you look
In your new sunglasses as you
Eat your lunch outside with hot married men
Passing on sharing a cab because
“I can walk from here, no it’s really okay”
and soaking-up sounds un-muffled and smells (like ass)
That’s spring too
And, fuck, just knowing that you
Are still alive after all the psychotic cave bear
Behaviors of winter…year after painful year…
Goddamn spring is a blissfully potent tonic
Lucky to be alive
Happy to have the privilege of feeling
So fucking sour over life’s slights
That’s spring too
