a smooth palm tree chest &leaf green eyes always synonymous with summer &driving slowly to nowhere
legs speckled with sunbleached hair &muscles lazily flexing while letting off the brakes
i couldn't touch you if i tried a memory hidden beneath an aging shell
&you bought me packs of marlboros when i was too young
drinking wine in a playhouse where i learned that sometimes eagerness is [not] a crime
not when the warm night hugs the trees under which he held together tracing each other's jawlines with drunk fingertips &making promises we were both too naive to know would never keep
still silent water. lethargic, rotting wood naps half submerged not bothered to exhale murky liquid and i stand as a monument attesting to nothing less than deterioration of something once overjoyed to tilt a browning face skywards
title for two. [or, the farewell richard helton poem]
cigarettes & too much booze we never had a thing to lose black eyeliner & cute boys we'd stay up late & make some noise little red pills, a line or three my best friend you'll always be remember the time we took the photos in the burnt down dilapotato? or when we went to wal mart tripping balls & i sat there and talked to the wall or when i was super down & sad and my depression made you mad you told me to shut the fuck up and then with rum you filled my cup you're good at beer pong & cutting hair and getting to see straght boys' underwear remember when we were old ladies & talked about being old & dead babies or that one time we stayed up all night &that guy tried to sell us a fucking flashlight or your 21st birthday i almost blew it but thankfully i got you a boy named rumit even though you gave my boyfriend a kiss it will be you that i will miss no one else will know what the fuck i mean when i turn and grin & say "moose arent beans" we've grown up now... kinda... & must go into the world but hopefully we'll still always be 14 year old girls and now you're going, i can't believe but like hpv, you'll never really leave...
