it’s a lovely drive over texas with 2 hearts. which
could be fantasy but isn’t? all the derricks are
doing well. that said, the texas cop that electrocutes
our hearts knows nothing about our fog. it’s
human nature. we are as alive as the downpour
the rainfall in dallas after all of the oklahoma cops.
this could be a fantasy but i remember my refrigerator
has a pint of spoiling milk and a nib of the fire that
ate some of our floor. there is no way to see the future.
but i accept this current of tenderness that we make public.
is it meant for me? at home we live differently with
another heart and a piece of red glass that didn’t get
broken in the move. you rejoice: we’ve returned to spend
some of our time inside the blue flowers. i remember
also how giddy we were when we caught up with our own
individual hearts again someplace north of los angeles.
is it meant for me? at home we live differently with
another heart and a piece of red glass that didn’t get
broken in the move. you rejoice: we’ve returned to spend
some of our time inside the blue flowers. i remember
also how giddy we were when we caught up with our own
individual hearts again someplace north of los angeles.
