making do with what we had, we rolled dank ****
into receipts from the bar.
For once, I wasn't worried about getting
caught smoking in a bus shelter.
I fixated on the cheap shots of tequila
and this paper joint
and heckling overdressed blondes
on a Sunday night in
November.
**** "cuffing" -- latching onto a person for warmth and
intimacy as it rolls into December.
For now, I'll stand against this graffiti wall while those
closest to me take ****** iPhone pictures of me
covering my face.
For now, I'll walk up Bathurst
and discuss whether or not beards are a dealbreaker.
I'm picture-locking every look,
every turn
and sound
One day I hope one of my closest
calls and says:
"Remember that night when time stretched out?
Our three sets of footprints cemented a time when we were
in our bodies
and not in our heads."
We left our heads on Queen Street that Sunday.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
making do with what we had, we rolled dank ****
into receipts from the bar.
For once, I wasn't worried about getting
caught smoking in a bus shelter.
I fixated on the cheap shots of tequila
and this paper joint
and heckling overdressed blondes
on a Sunday night in
November.
**** "cuffing" -- latching onto a person for warmth and
intimacy as it rolls into December.
For now, I'll stand against this graffiti wall while those
closest to me take ****** iPhone pictures of me
covering my face.
For now, I'll walk up Bathurst
and discuss whether or not beards are a dealbreaker.
I'm picture-locking every look,
every turn
and sound
One day I hope one of my closest
calls and says:
"Remember that night when time stretched out?
Our three sets of footprints cemented a time when we were
in our bodies
and not in our heads."
We left our heads on Queen Street that Sunday.
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