Sunday, July 10, 2011

on moving to LA without water ice

drunk, in and out, wine-mouthed teeth trembling. goosebumps.
passenger seat driving, vibrations and fingernails and the yellowing of light seeming
to take up whole expanses of sight. everything in vision in horizon lines in one.
here, fella, you wanna come back for some loving? wide bed, wide thighs or stride. fill you up some.

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