That Night on the Roof of IAB

No matter how much you kiss me it won't be that night on the roof of IAB you can pad around my kitchen all you want, rearranging the thumbtacks on that cork board from IKEA but it still won't be that night on the roof of IAB. That night on the roof of IAB, Dave burned his hand on a bottle rocket, and Jen cried, looking at Harlem, and Shai had vertigo. I asked Shai questions while you stood, the way you do, and thought quietly. That night on the roof of IAB, I was thinking about you, and the way you stood.

c. 1992-1993