Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson

I’m walking to the liquor store
in a jacket that reminds me
of everyone’s father in 2003

But I know I’m reminiscing more than I’m remembering
like Joseph and his jacket
With an imagination to make the technicolor brighter.

To give flair to a time
to romanticize a crime
Of fashion (and others, it was 2003 after all)

We were just city kids
in shoes a bit too big
our parents hoped we’d grow into.