White box fans keep the air
culinary crawl space:
The light peaking though your bedroom window.
I am still here with your shirt on
eating this bowl of cherries and thinking of the obvious reference here.
white leather sandals.
(They were defaced for an occasion that you didn’t know was an occasion but it was to me.
See, I was dancing like a movie extra and the only time I’m happy is when I’m dancing.)
I’m an old man and a saint.
I’m a good time lady but
I can’t keep my lipstick straight.
The shit keeps this in perspective.
Adults’ party favor:
(which one am I now)