QUIT PUTTING FISTS IN MY BUM IT HURTS LIKE RASHES
For hours I’d gaze up @ those spritely flames Bourn by the coupling ‘tween sunset & clouds, & meshed e’en mo’ unscorched in icy rain, With thunder white & hot—& just as loud. I spread my arms & wait for rain to flood Around my body, soul, & coupon stashes— Veins running @ the touch […]
