July 4, 2004

the decaying burst, of fireworks, like a dandelion puff
or a chandelier
comets and scissors
sparks

our night, made from mosquito bites
thick breath and knives

in love
independence day
two clenched fists in the air, chanting “U-S-A!”

and i will wait
i will shiver i will wait
i will stutter i will wait
i will wait

i will wait for you and i always will!

you say, “oh, jason, are you still waiting?”
i am, i am and i love this part…
i am, i am and i sing my heart…