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going to the extreme wet socks in sketchers not prepared at all for a blizzard month but that’s the beauty... I went anyway down that long unshoveled street. Writing my name, previous experience, people who know me, on tiny lines. as if I cared about the sauce or the temperature meat. I smiled myself inside their doors just to activate the universe in exchange for checks, tips and a place to hate on Saturday night.

Over the yellow tables and cherry-wood chairs My left ear gathers your effusive voice, maybe more than just business and wine. Deciding on the division of time ; in half then quarters and nickels. I strain to focus on the task at hand: Move forward or backwards over your small breasty frame Stupidly believing you want me to make some move, one long kiss to bed and strap-on thrust. Delusions are only worth pennies aside the reality of a changed mind This is no time for sex- Unwashed jeans jing...

In the extreme wet socks in sketchers blizzard month not prepared at all but that’s the beauty I went anyway down that long unshoveled street. Writing my name, previous experience, people who know me, on tiny lines. as if I cared about the sauce or the temperature meat. I smiled myself inside your door just to activate the universe in exchange for checks, tips and a place to hate on saturday night.

tear the house down hot you are heels so high I need a ladder to touch your ankle. Red Red Red flecks of orange underneath hair I’ll never reach but you let me see your face Scrubbed freckle fresh that kissable moment passed over unrealized. later after door closing me outside I picked it up, memorizing the permanence of snowflakes. I have to tear myself down for you kiss the both scars you’ve made and the scars that make you. Blue Bluest Eye those waters tossing the occasional teal I am not ...

boys lean in floppy hair and shoulder blade bones youth content with disconnect metaled ears spell it out but I couldn’t hear the words to your favorite song monsters blend breed melt to tame kissing you again louded my brain for days silence the only dignity graced to hold I would’ve kept wild with you swimming miles on your time even with wrists bar tied supplicate kicking kicking toward love apocryphal you leaned in spelling it out over crushed grapes and hemp leaves wild monsters like me ...