What if I’ve had my last first kiss? It’s not impossible.

Today I walked past a ginormous car parked so crookedly,

splayed so assward haphazardly across the yellow lines

that I wondered if maybe the driver had died behind the wheel.

Yeah, I’m walking through parking lots with mortality

on my mind, what of it. Some days it’s all I’ve got. Being alive’ll

break your heart, being alive and not knowing what’s next.

Or, let’s be honest, knowing. All that time thinking

about kissing, so little actual kissing. Someone else

walked by at the same time, we noticed each other noticing

the crooked-as-hell Yukon, Explorer, whatever,

she smiled, I smiled, that was it,

obviously we will never see each other again,

certainly we wouldn’t know each other if we did,

and, look, I told you this already —

some days it just breaks your goddamn heart.