plastic casing of grubby cash
avoiding the truth of my priviledge and circumstance
thirteen bruises and grabbing some ***
and here I am drunk, doing a dance
walk around
turn around
pop the lid off a beer with a fork
and remember, so sweet, and so cold,
how young you were fourteen hours ago
trudge in the mud of sculpted strip mall gardens
hedge around a wedge of forgotten iceburg lettuce
and let me know between the waves of coffee and Lexipro
what it must've meant
to turn twenty-two, a month ago
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
plastic casing of grubby cash
avoiding the truth of my priviledge and circumstance
thirteen bruises and grabbing some ***
and here I am drunk, doing a dance
walk around
turn around
pop the lid off a beer with a fork
and remember, so sweet, and so cold,
how young you were fourteen hours ago
trudge in the mud of sculpted strip mall gardens
hedge around a wedge of forgotten iceburg lettuce
and let me know between the waves of coffee and Lexipro
what it must've meant
to turn twenty-two, a month ago
inspiration includes iggy pop
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