Notes on A Girl in a Bikini in Afternoon Light / by Reckon

Wait she said wait while she considered the question Before it arrived Wait after all wait and you might discover, you just might find a feather pen A scroll or something brighter, a map you might decipher, you might ask, ask a way, you might admit you don't fucking know a thing, you don't know fuck all about life's questions mysteries dreams.   It's top secret,of course, but if you lean close she will whisper to you wait-lift your feather pen when I say when, go ahead and write it on my skin...