Forgotten Socks (Jewish girls are the best)

This lake lost to the rocks,

Her lover's tongue,

Branches bowing

Over forgotten socks;

She sings for me,

Songs I've heard sung

From computer speakers

For years and years.

She tells me,

When we part for small moments

Give lips leave to speak;

Jewish girls are the best.

All eyes are light,

As a summer day bleeds

Into soft summer night

And I'm hard pressed

To admit in the moment

That she just might be right.