May 2013
white-hair:
all i ever wanted
was to show you
the summer:
coke bottle
filled with whiskey
in the pocket
of my sundress,
two ice pops
to disguise
our breath.
watching
sandy children
ketchup dripping
on bare chests
asking
“are we too old
for this?”
we laugh
and swig.
i kiss your freckles
salty.
