“We Looked Like Giants”

“When every Thursday
I’d brave those mountain passes
And you’d skip your early classes
And we’d learn how our bodies worked

God damn the black night
With all its foul temptations
I’ve become what I always hated
When I was with you then

We looked like giants
In the back of my gray subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside

And together there
In a shroud of frost
The mountain air
Began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever guess

Do you remember the JAMC…?”