04.02.18
Remember when things like your
hair in the sun,
legs in shorts, dipped in pools,
glasses off
and my head in euphoria
were uncomplicated
but now things exist, and
suddenly they matter I guess
like how you seem unreal,
my taste for blonde
and lips kissing their shape
around smoke
It tastes like,
it could’ve been ice cream,
slick and trap music in the
air, glitter in my mouth
I notice the walls too much
and how I can’t hear you in my ear














