when you walked in and heard
not the usual Oscar Peterson Pandora station
but the dulcet tones
"Do do doo, dow;
Do do doo do doo d'dow."
Now I must grin
it's not my fault -
it was stuck in my head when I woke up this morning,
and the 13 times I watched the music video on YouTube
and for the rest of the day,
til I knew there was
no way I was ever gonna shake her.
You tried to console my indulgence
by suggesting that
some days just had
Mariah Carey mornings
but recommended that
I not tell anyone about the 13 views,
which I gladly would've done,
had she not always been a part of me.
Since gradeschool I've imagined
(upon each hearing of the song)
resting my head on the lap of
my elementary-school crush
as she ran her fingers through my hair,
and sitting, for some reason,
in the basement of my best friend's house
in a mid-90s music video.
I still find in 2014,
time can't erase a feeling that strong
because it's somehow continually soothing
to know and feel
I'll always be someone's baby.