Itching wool to cotton flannel. Yellow cabs of meter, rhyme. Ticking time beside the curb. Love and listen tender frames. We pick at scars until they bleed.
Geometric reason fails and kissing takes the steering wheel.
Better than a dripping fifth, together is a Laundromat. Ice-packs honest on the facts and other tendons of the night. Pillows over missing bones, we suffocate the Barbie bats. Sauerkraut Fate had left an awful ring on tabletops of womanhood. Urgent fire of waxing pride would rule the earth for forty years.