You sat next to me on loud yellow vinyl. I remember the way it sounded when you moved in closer because I couldn’t hear you. I wore a silk floral shirt, and right now I’m not sure why I ever got rid of it. I got rid of a lot of things I wish I… Continue reading Yellow Marine
Such a fragile spine to carry that pretty mind. Your verse tastes like sweat and cigarettes; I'm draped in silk and unpolished steel. Originally written October 23 2017, on a rooftop bar in downtown Fort Myers.