This is us, scream shouting 2000s hip hop into the 55 mph summer wind. Kanye, POWER. Pop, lock, and drop it. Yeah! Usher. Lose Control. Snoop Dogg. Soulja Boy.
This is me, remembering some obscure Kanye and Missy Elliot lyrics, swooshing my belly around in the passenger seat.
This is you, bewildered but hitting all the notes, reaching the much needed baritone.
This is me, tipsy on life again (and again).
This is you, parking ever so slightly behind the other driver’s open window so they don’t see our flailing arms, our bellowing songs.
This is me, this evening’s hip hop DJ, tasting the first minute of every song until the hype has subsided.
This is us. And this is summer. (Finally.)
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