get a real phone



air hanging low

streets beckoning

walk with me to wherever

drink whiskey with me or whatever

nothing matters when

there’s a good wifi signal and

no one ever tells you no


blue blouses and bare arms

too cold

for the morning if only

we’d planned for this last night

see you in a few hours

when you’re whole and

the grass isn’t so wet around my ankles


back gate can I

come in

later feels like days we’ve

turned into different people

laughing now

I hardly knew

those hands anyway

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