mom, dad, i beseech, mayst i receive,
upon thy stop at the station of gas,
salted mcdonalds,
spi fingers, cen
ral          and pa      tri
toma        sty          ro
to              flow           uge
lemon tangos  on the dewdrops of my tongue --
musky gold, the first kiss yet to unfold, without the panic
(where should i put my eyes?tooquicktooslow)
But completely unconditional, umami, unending glow.