FOR EVERY DAY BROUGHT UP THIS ONE.

these trees dissolve into fields of oranges and the sun is not embarrassed to make me sweat. yeah, as i walk through these orchards where i tend to pick rotten fruit so that my tongue can taste something familiar. it says, we see the fountain of remembrance where we wash our faces clean. and no, we never took a towel to those days where our pants were covered in dirt. no, we just filled into cars so that we may pass into hand and hand. and we devour ourselves once again.
well, i met my laughter just yesterday and these chemicals and liquor help myself structure so that we would drink and drink and drink and drink and we threw up our words in hysterical laughter. then when we spoke, our stomachs became untied in two french knots. so we would just be gasping for air while tears __ with joy. and then we'd stand and collapse by your _ so that i may shake this ice with our love.