you call me "little princess" behind my back, little storm cloud.
i wish i knew the world like you do; i wish i had a car.
i wish i had to think about where to park it when i want to fly to another state, just like you've gone and done.
i wish my older cousin had lemon trees in her front yard.
who, between the two of us, is more likely to smoke cigarettes?
one familiarity after another, i'm just waiting for fremont to bring us together again.
