I felt bad
for you,
if I was
to say
anything
at all.
and that
would be
a lie.
—
bite your
inner cheeks
some more,
babydoll.
it’s ripe
to be
a long,
lonely summer.
I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
I felt bad
for you,
if I was
to say
anything
at all.
and that
would be
a lie.
—
bite your
inner cheeks
some more,
babydoll.
it’s ripe
to be
a long,
lonely summer.