tell me the truth for once,
you child of silver-tongued snakes and sunsets;
hold me in the empty mall parking lot at
a quarter past midnight,
and tell me about your
we are like to ghost lamps;
that the missing t on the costco sign
changes nothing about its pronunciation.
as in french vanilla vodka with cream.
as in hot milk poured boiling
into a lined paper cup.
tell me the truth.
and tell me what you think i’d be afraid of.
Finished: Jan 14, 2020 2:54 pm (5:54 pm est)
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