That I recall.
And all the chances we took.
Now,
other girls
read my blog
and learn about you.
Wanna be my afternoon again?
I just need someone
to correct my grammar.
Floating and falling asleep
on an air mattress
upon a lake
left to myself.
Looking at the shore,
at a well-read girl
through my Ray Bans.
Within the levy
of my boredom,
there is a flow vein to be cut.
You are free
and I am free,
to see the shore before.