that we are moving a coded streetcar
it’s absolutely nothing but work
and a smoldering wave of depression
spring is a beautiful flirt
drunk on weekends
I belong to nothing but hookups
where my life is right up to the second
he’s such a jerk in the sink
of one of my circuitous flings
the root of all evil has no options
and the dumbest of chuckles
first published in High Horse
