long story short i caught a midnight bus to the west coast and bummed around for a week. and i started writing again so i thought i'd post it before my parents kill me:
aug. 3rd 2016
there's love stories on the lamp posts that line the board walk
at low tide the birds chase the kites
& the kids search for their parents footprints in the sand
not realizing they're making their own
at night the teenagers build fires along the water and burn their death letters but still get too close to the flame
