There are days I wish alliteration was not
so easy. Days I wish, that easy laughter
was
something else. Sing songy whatever. Suck a dick.
How hard can a body go?
Fantasizing about summer camp and school,
back pocket ne'r you think twice's.
Do you remember when orgies weren't a thing
you had to coordinate with clinics and back
check every twenty something that pinged back to an inbox?
Salute to the sun. Koyanisquuatsi. It looks right, but
I spelled it wrong. Remember that time at that trap house?
But really
I don't know how many ways I have to ask
"can I hold your hand?"
Can I hold your hand?
Can I hold your hand?
Can I hold your hand?
