Black stained hands
Made me realize
That he who stares back is a man
A boy has changed from the feet to his eyes
Accepts no shame in letting lose a tear
Learned that you cant live in question with subconscious fear
Green cactus in the yellow sea

same small town corners
new high risers stealing light
encased concrete trees
droop in neat civilized rows
southern charm, sanitized, canned

i swear
because of the logo
on my watery blue jeans
a hurricane in scala ridotta
used the fabrics in a way
inspired by
irma
katrine
or maybe florence