car.
carolina.
not sick.
divorced a dancer.
dean is texting me.
about a girl.
and I don't care about his pseudo troubles right now.
I have my own emergencies.
karaoke nights.
in my search for faith,
it's nothing much
to take a few shots
to the ribs.
I use drawers
to build tables,
and tables
to make stairs.
all to your heavenly lips
which laugh me up
to your eyes
all the time.