The rain
The hail
The tears
And you’re not in your bed
But in a wicker hut
In the middle of a rain forest
Like the ones from my third grade A.R. Reading time
You’ll feel my skin softer than before
And I’ll wonder what is different
And draw close to your unusual warmth
And you’ll ask me “what am I doing”
And we won’t fall asleep for 5.5 hours
I’ll envision spiders in array
Yellow jackets attached to the flowers I ring around skylers crown
And wonder where the hell I am
And why I feel so hot
Burning cash in the back of my throat

Of a bowl I never smoked