how bout a poem?

run for the border“no one home but the stove and thats fixin to go out”

so who is this fair skinned boy with jacket so mellow

eyes lashed with dew drops and memories of finer times

he drinks so much pop hes gotta pee a lot

always a half burrito in the fridge and some new scratch hes

gotta itch

and i want you

my numbers in the book says she and smiles back so effortless

he looks like shit always has its almost a game now

he wants to be as fat as a cow

he wants to sleep all tangled with you

and he wonders where you are and what you do and what you

know

write him he lives in san francisco

hed rather read what you write

hed read your shit all night

its tough going through your second teenagehood

staying up all night getting in dumb fights

he said im gonna say this once and forever hold my peace

if you ask pretty please i’ll give you a peice

and love and lust are sitting dangling their feets

fishin

kissin cousins thrice removed and im gonna remove so much

youre gonna stare at the strokes and not see

theres no one here but me

and whats inside of me

burrito and love and pop and pee

annika + + whitey