drunk poetry, what’s up.
i want to say your name
like it will save my life.
it won’t, but it’s fun.
i want to make you
feel okay.
i want to make you
feel good,
GOOD,
because that’s how you make me
feel.
you can trade in your job
and i’ll trade in my
hand tattoos
and denim vest
and we’ll call it even.
fuck me,
four times,
and we’ll call it even.
