There are days when it all goes
wrong.
I’ll call your phone
for 25 cents.

Talk about what you won’t show your mom,
we’ll sit and watch tv.
**** and vapes and zyns and bongs,
play a song on your mp3.

A post ******* look your eyes
as you show the marks,
on your thighs.

The day ends when we cry,
and then we laugh until we fall asleep.
All the possibilities,
Of a temporary high.