13:00 -
i wake in a tired haze with my butt cheeks
pressed on sand, glass, dirt, road
fanned by the sea salted air
where savannah meets the seas
city flattened by palms and pills
an overdose of caricature of how
empty, empty, empty it is here
17:00 -
neon girls crucified on alluring signs, decoupage-hung
on posters at dive bars while rape apologetics
plot holes in the meadows (where i came from, of course)
and name them "stacy," "sierra," "christi," "what the fuck her name is"
while i just try to pull the arrows out my heart
00:15 -
what the fuck happened here
