GREEN

hey, it was rough
knocked my chin into the sky
but thanks for jack johnson
and thanks for the leftover tums

peel my brain back like you do
floodlit courtyard and my sandals in hand

and you look at me now

reaching for the same

———

and you.
the ocean washed up something blue

don’t watch me cross the street
don’t miss the bus for me

run

before I tell you about alaska

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