405

i took the 405 and drilled a stake down
into your center, and stated that it’s
never ever been better than this. i hung
my favorite shirt on the floorbaord,
wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting.
you keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.
misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an
alcoholic summer. i missed the exit to your
parents’house hours ago.
red wine and the cigarettes: hide your bad habits
underneath the patio