spring

lavanderia

dusty séances on the

bedroom floor

crayons and candles

let me

ride on the back

I’m so cold I’m so warm

I’m

reaching expert level self-sabotage

I was happy, happy

with my fingers like tendrils of

summer vegetables wrapping around

your sternum popping at the core

of all the stairwells I remember

yours

had the most stray letters

on the windowsill and

the door was marked with a name

long departed

the day was

breaking, breaking

gray and orange while I lay

still and felt nothing

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fuck vapor wave kids

 

dopamine crawling

down my spine

the sky is nothing

this drive is nothing

here is an empty convention center

with microorganisms painted on the carpet

space to move

I hate it so much when you die

so stop dying

rusting beams and

a sunrise to match

golden golden golden gold

let your hair grow

this is the tropics for crissakes

spring break

Louisville snacks

 

it was the year people

started saying ‘turnt and

what a year it was !

just

looking for a refrain

or even

a goddamn eraser that worked

get out of town

Spring Break

cherry blossoms maybe

Bourbon County

big hats

girls with names like Amelia lolling

on riverboats in

a city whose name I can’t pronounce

even in my own tongue is this

Spring Break ?

long road walk the whole way

ice cream if it’s warm

bowl of chili if it’s not we

leave tomorrow and

our friends will return to their lives

selling half price books and

being in love what humidity !

did you

see that water beetle just now ?

pack up the car

put something nice on the radio

you choose he says

‘not trying to get turnt’

Spring Break