on the street where this summer's hippest martyrs rot away
the sidewalks question their sexualities as the sun burns them into
flat . s l i c e s . on phonescreens
//words are my pocketknife in your hand-like a fool trying too hard at someone else's party.
[] as you slide across the polyurethane
holding brand-new hostages at your waist_ trimming them down to swimsuit-season size
and style.
the air quakes though the [youth like bent corners, ruining photos in ] old magazines .
shivering at the lakeside in full attire
i tank
,having enough of it.
we are seizing_
a
day
other than this
//
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
on the street where this summer's hippest martyrs rot away
the sidewalks question their sexualities as the sun burns them into
flat . s l i c e s . on phonescreens
//words are my pocketknife in your hand-like a fool trying too hard at someone else's party.
[] as you slide across the polyurethane
holding brand-new hostages at your waist_ trimming them down to swimsuit-season size
and style.
the air quakes though the [youth like bent corners, ruining photos in ] old magazines .
shivering at the lakeside in full attire
i tank
,having enough of it.
we are seizing_
a
day
other than this
//
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