Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Taste Test

Lucuma and green powder,
something feels right and it smells like the West coast.

I ran myself ragged,
8 hours, and then some.

I give and give,
there must be that hatred somewhere,
it's directed at me though.

All the money made goes to support the pain it took -
irony at it's best.

Thank you for the humor.

I think next time I'll take the stand up comedy show with you.

But we did that too...

And we cling really tightly, and say, "I will miss you so much."

Deportation.

No.

It's health and hunger.

The dream page is lingering, stuck on save, and I don't understand why these moments take me forever.

It's not fun.

fun is me and you driving to the pizza store.

When your eyes are closed I stare at you, wondering, who are you really.

Then you open them, and you smile, and I don't have to wonder anymore, I just know.

It's eyes that glisten.

It's Adrenal support,
It's hands on your back,
It's the red blood stain on your sheet,
and the hugs that come after,

since our bodies are craving the inside and you said i'm beautiful again.

Unlock
healthy dependency

and tell me I've picked a good tasting smoothie.

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