past times

Dear one tree hill,

A perfect day would consist of sleeping till 8:30am

Pouring the hot water over five cups of coffee

Drinking all of them next to a kitty and a screen door broken

With soy creamer and sugar in the raw

Reading something that I had to read in high school, that now means something different.

Not more,

Different.

Then the modern wing of the art museum.

Then some soft serve.

Then a phone call from sister #1.

Then a slow walk home from the brown stop with a new song,

So loud that it kicks up dirt

under cleats

under good

under games

and the setting

Love,

Skin and Toast