SEE THEM FLOAT:
Boys turn into men over Summer, touting for business down by the
river, sharp as bone handled knives.
The greeting. Words smuggled through torrential rain. Everyone
knows everyone’s name.
Spilled into tuesday morning. She comes offering everything.
No need to give anything, just the fact that she’s here is enough.
BUBBLES RUSH TO THE TOP:
Stagger in, red hair shaved up the sides, radiant in a leather
jacket, vintage, crude & black.
Listening to IF