she poured brown sugar on top. talked but refused to speak. that. was her last inhale. cigars ordained the fountain and the blue irises diluted. i expected to see drops. the ends shriveled up.
but we swigged godiva
she said:
sunday we’ll go to the beach
i laugh at first
the open air was all legs and armpits
i casually held my palms to my nose
wine to drown the stench
she chatted in infinites
there was only a small bustle. thirteen o’ clock. the canvases were pulled back. always some glass in our hands. the horses didn’t care, in fact, let us stroke their noses. i still wonder what they patrolled. we kept drinking. passed out in a public park.
i said
it’ll be concrete jungles
friendship forgotten
she woke with leaves
at her temples in her tear ducts.
i typed it
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
she poured brown sugar on top. talked but refused to speak. that. was her last inhale. cigars ordained the fountain and the blue irises diluted. i expected to see drops. the ends shriveled up.
but we swigged godiva
she said:
sunday we’ll go to the beach
i laugh at first
the open air was all legs and armpits
i casually held my palms to my nose
wine to drown the stench
she chatted in infinites
there was only a small bustle. thirteen o’ clock. the canvases were pulled back. always some glass in our hands. the horses didn’t care, in fact, let us stroke their noses. i still wonder what they patrolled. we kept drinking. passed out in a public park.
i said
it’ll be concrete jungles
friendship forgotten
she woke with leaves
at her temples in her tear ducts.
i typed it
l e a v e s
seen by all
