i call it back porch and basement
early august that sticks to your clothes
like firework or cul-de-sac dust
i like your faded black band tee, i like your
faded black band tee off (please smile at that)
its just when i’m with you the afternoon
feels like loose change and soft-pack camels
it feels like an ataris music video when
i teach you to french behind the gas station or
when i say something weird like i want to
swimming pool your belly button then you
say something nice like lets tie our shoe-laces
together for like ever
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