Birthday Girl by Matthew Milia

Birthday girl
Blue dress
Soft face embrace
In such foreignness
Three birthdays
This spring
Mark this darkness
With some blossoming
The deep world
I knew
It was because
Of you

Although the Volvo is running well
I can smell some
Sorrowful fumes

The blacktop of the IHOP was
Scorched for us
A chorus of buzzing
Street-lamps still looms

Hotel rooms, Oregon
I can't keep up the recording
Of our days, so slick
Bit my nail down to the quick

After the laughter does rise and swell
Like a bell
It falls back to earth
There it is, it perishes
Where it fell
Straight to hell
Now, what is it worth?

But birthday girl