Priddy / by Reckon

Whatever it is kisses

Brick walls facing fists,

Then the number and the tune -

All the lovers of our youth, Blue.

Then the phone booth empties

& Art records the payback and anti-tongue.

She roars, ah, and expects the sun going,

“How did you find me and remember how to read

the Word on my body?”

Teasing!

A mutter: a given name amongst so many, many happening.

A catnap: that first nervous lick.

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit