He called Hi
thing you took the air not so much offended
also because
the word of the tiny
it does not stop there
he leans nonchalantly against your outstretched arm
he raises his bottle
because besides he drinks
in the crook of your elbow
he clears his throat
superbly ignores the squawk of your jaws
you protest I'm not
thing but fuck it, fill it
punched your brain elastic
you keep getting a start early frigged
you skate or you rusty debris on the way you look elsewhere
above further
thing you add you to foo foo to
Wherever you turn, the ice that rained
cause no word
you hold your hand you do
lowercase
part of this mess and it
he drinks it he kisses
gland
0 comments:
Post a Comment