Lay down, stretch it out, write some words down.
Eat a peanut butter cookie.
Think about the end, think about the end. Think about the end.
Fall asleep to the roar of airplanes up above. Skyward humans wiping mouth corners with branded napkins bled with dye.
Learn guitar, an f shape with some flair.
Shut the door so the others won’t hear.
You are my favorite song. You are gummy quarters stuck to burnt mahogany.
You are the ashtray in Tia’s apartment.
You are gin and tonic.
I wake up in awe!
I tug your hair and make the love.
Your birdsong sweet with every easy push.
Your face blush.
My eyes all wide open.
My eyes all wide.