there are hundreds of miles of pipe running under the city I live in – probably thousands – all carrying water and sewage to and fro various places but we’re not hooked up and get our water from a well on one side of the house and flush sewage to the other.
we are unincorporated.
I enjoy time out in the sun.
the sting-y bastard in the corner won’t allow movement or breath.
tell me all things.
the glow of flowers and teeth drilled,
non-vanity correction but necessary.
we kiss like mad children.
snug in the afterglow of infancy.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 