Parking Lot Prophets

Midnight leaning on a grocery cart You diagnosed the universe and my

bad heart

Neon buzzing like it knew too much

We passed one soda back and forth for luck

You said, “Every grown-up is making it up” I said,

“That explains why they all look stuck”

We’re parking lot prophets with nothing to prove Predicting the future with

holes in our shoes The world keeps ending,

but never on time So give me your terrible wisdom,

I’ll give you mine Parking lot prophets under fluorescent skies Telling

half-truths with completely honest eyes

A cart boy gathered up our silver parade We blessed every dent

that the minivans made

You said you’d leave when the weather got kind But weather and

courage are hard things to find

Maybe we were wrong about everything

Maybe that was never the point

You lit up laughing when the sprinklers came on (hahaha) And baptized

the asphalt joint

Parking lot prophets, soaked to the bone Making big promises we’ll break

on

the way home The world keeps ending,

but tonight it can

wait We’re two minor miracles

out past our date

Parking lot prophets under fluorescent skies (we are!) Telling half-truths with completely

honest eyes