Our relationship sunk
to its knees
and went down like
an obligatory beer
at a frat party
(singing a backwards war song
sick into the gut of our memory).
But can anything really stay
buried?
Because of course,
it came
right back up: nose-first,
swan-diving the face of the night
like a knife wound,
so very pale
wretched and hungry
all over the linoleum,
and the smell
rose a pyloric phoenix.
No one wanted to clean it up for fear
the scent would forever stick to hands
and clothes
and eyebrows and even take root
under tongues; but eventually it swallowed
the whole house
(unattended)
We are the Bonnie and Clyde
of party crashing.
and i love the animal collective and of montreal quotes.
thank you SO much
glad you enjoyed
thank you
Too many to clean.
... no shit.
don't forget Cummings, Emerson, Alexie, King, Morisson, Erdrich...