Crunch of gravel beneath car tires. Cars let go. Like so many people, so many people.
Hats with names of bands I never liked. The color orange is everywhere.
I am wild and
Don’t you hear the music?
Heavy hearted honeysuckle.
Oh to be her.
Daddy, I’m right here.
Downstairs. Damn basement. Kindest friend I could find.
Or a rooftop.
Lake at midnight. Northern Lights. A man I don’t know asks if I’m a Size 2.
Effervescent pink in a glass bottle.
Skin. My damn skin.
Camels. With filters this time.
Escape. Escape. Escape.
Nice girls don’t frown.
Can’t you see the music?
Except you let go. Like so many people, so many people.