realizations/relations

I’ve always wanted to lick a fresh tattoo

And I sometimes forget that I’m an adult

And that I could totally fuck that DILF but probably never will because he probably has a daughter just my age

And the fact that girls can be pervy too should be kept to myself

So I’ll settle for the kind eyes

And the green pompadour i cut myself at his request waiting for it to evolve into something more than haircuts

And giggles

And nose piercings with a safety pin after a long night of drinking cheap whiskey that we payed way too much for

At the 7/11 where they don’t card because I smile sweetly

and chat with the clerk about his writing

and he asks me to read his poem about his ex that is like the ocean:

                                so

                                         so

                                                 deep

we are floating

at the will of the currents

creatures waiting for odyssey.