we rule the world.
this is what i think as we’re prancing through the crowd of dodger stadium. it’s blue heaven on earth and you are the angel’s keeper. arm slung around my shoulder as we skip around baseball paradise. the air tastes like cracker jacks and cotton candy melts on our lips, my tongue is blue. there’s over 40,000 people in the ravine but i swear the game is just for us.
you say i don’t remember anything but it’s because being side by side feels like floating. i’ve written a book of moments but i can’t tell if you’ve cut your hair and i wonder if i’ll ever get it right. my mind is a blur of colors and your hand is the only thing tethering my body to this concrete. the seventh inning stretch is our ritual and LA locals turn into the sunday choir, pews and the center field pavilion are made of the same stuff after all. god is behind the plate, and oh wow has it been three hours already? time melts sideways and i can promise away everything just to be next to you here.