in a Los Angeles library, we leave.
I'm clenching the boat pillow with my face.
harder than the mic on an open night.
on a sad or happy Saturday with mirrors.
I've always been into skater girls.
but honestly, I have never been with one.
same goes for tattoo chicks.
so whatcha doing in November when scared?
two heads, two beds, life is on purple.
with ten pieces of hearts, counting.
I've always been distracted.
and I found a dime near a U-Haul truck.
it was heads up.
and I checked my Instagram, nothing much.
been here before.
with upended arms and gifts as good nothing grapes.