🌾 and a chorus grabs my heart up in a rest i’m less hesitant with my macchiato these days who doesn’t love righting injustice? lots of wicked hands to take and to plunder you’re trying too hard, come off with the thunder i’m dripping mad fit to burst won’t be the last time sure wasn’t the first go ahead, come down and slake my thirst can’t escape the function gotta love the gumption YEEEEEHAWWW motherf*ckin’ junction sardonic distress keylime kisses coconut milk skin let me find you where the palm trees grow let me let myself in let me swear by the way of the way bygone curse let me find you amid the swirls of lurid vanilla waffle cone to use a spoon would be a sin i’m not as good a writer as my girl—but that doesn’t mean i shouldn’t dig deeper in i wish you were sitting shotgun hand loaded double-barreled pump action i’d pull the trigger just for the terrific sound (do we need any other reason?) the roof of my mouth tingles that old, angsty burn that familiar, sickening feeling in my heart gutflip it’s a kinda raw, dulling pain only it’s not so much a pain, is it as it is an unfiltered, unkempt yearning not to be tampered with frail, no fragile—yes and without warning there it is again the drumbeat sounds of marching feet slow and steady as the soldiers come trompsing in and i’mmmmm i think i’m gonna win i count and recount i lapse and relapse i splash and swim laps i mixed too much preworkout in my panera charged lemonade and i’m afraid i’ll never be the same pure heroine still courses through my veins a reminder of the triumphs the losses, the gains that feeling of indecision cauterized the moment a green light turns yellow cattle stir coyotes call they swear they do it for the pack —but don’t we all? going 75 on hwy 45 doused in darkness fading in and out across state lines scrapbooking these sundry strips of summer carefully selected cut-outs torn, peeled and pasted from this magazine of life this city is the cauldron and we are the meat whirling wheels ezekiel 10 things i check my pulse and grit my teeth palmetto frond eyes are creeping slow and steady through my days