Sad Modernity by Matthew Milia

Summer, 2007
Drunk at the wedding
Of my former enemy

Those days
I was still stuck in my young ways
Back when the fresh-faced girls
Were still a friend to me

The theme song
To this sitcom
Don't have shit on
Our greatest episode

I still think back to
All that shrink-wrap you
Placed around your heart
As it overflowed

But who knows where we are?
Now that my first car
Houses nothing but the stuffing
Of the pain of mundane joyful suffering

Sad modernity
Had its turn with me
Baby, did it have its turn with you?

You moved out to Seattle
You won the raffle
At work for the waterpark

You drove me across
The country black with loss
But something in the dark
Well, we made it spark

But who knows where we are?
Now that my first car
Spun itself into the median
On I-75 this evening

Sad modernity
Had its turn with me
Baby, did it have its turn with you?

My mom's there
Selling menswear
In the lens flare
Of some little memory

Summer, 2027
Drunk at the wedding
Of my newest enemy