scrawled on a receipt at my shitty summer job

I am lusting after the red melon green lights

making amber on your skin

Sweat dripping like honey

Lights play off your skin

reverberating gasping

"stop" whispering "go"

Look up straight into the strobes

Blind to the cracked ceiling and paint chip poles

Holding up this fake constellation

Cheap glassmetalgrime stars, flashing weak colors into our eyes, stars

Close enough to touch

If I drink this in drink you up

I might believe the amber pink stars are real

A universe made of black bricks spilled drinks and us

 

Laugh loud with me stupid love

We'll yell into the sky

Dream of cars we'll never drive

Fall asleep in a cigarette burn blanket,

Cold breeze, smell of weed,

rooftop radiating end of summer heat

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