stirred, sipped sweetness.

(almost two years later.)

on a sunday
evening in late july
i departed
and entered
a warm blue breeze
nurtured
by thoughts of
waiting jewels
rebel stitches
hanging, glazed rhinestones
with a carbon sky
next to white chickens
and that long list of everything
in the distance
on the horizon
growing
with asymmetry
real f**king tall
and blooming.



again, for gcs
(same restaurant, same drinks, same meal, different tablecloth)