Rules made to be broken
suddenly seem sacred.
How I have swivelled
and swayed my way
out of this, the
indefatigable dance.
Today we’re five to a bed
with sex, drugs, and rock
and roll, puzzling later
over how cherished this
unexpected fragment
of time has already
become. Later,
filled with rocket
fuel, surrounded by
a conglomeration of
luscious tartines,
to find one’s hunger
utterly sated comes
as a shock to the
system, another
moment to savor.
Renege
capitalistic fury.
