Tuesday, August 2, 2011

a poem: quick-texted to a dear friend on the 66

And I wonder, why's the sky blue?
And why is matthew so mcconahoo?
No one really kisses that way
so why do I have this corset anyway?
My beer belly shows the kind of girl I am,
sick like the sea but always leaving the land,
just to carry
the hops in my hand.