i rode back up the hill in a dream today and snorted cocaine off my knee
with you. the memories come in waves. i know this isn’t one of them but
on the way back down i’ve got a six-pack in my bike basket & you’re steady
behind me. the sunset lasts forever and we’re talking about driving
upstate for the beaches cause it’s summertime. you look at me like
you know something and say biking’s good for your core, you know.
i know.
my dreams usually make a lot of sense & i guess i didn’t
have enough material for what happens next. i’m at a party
and you won’t kiss me but you make excuses to touch
me. nobody hears you whisper bullshit into my ear. the
music’s loud and i can’t move.