friday night
notions of service
stung by your priority
your pre k energy
puzzled by Jazz
when it's glass
for some reason
a table saw
the same serious songs
for summer/i was feeling
all new nikes
a premise that can run
all hourly
no mountains this morning
even wet, cold water
but the way it doesn’t rain
in the arms of a 180
we saw yellow icons on the horizon
various IOS representation
their respective glitches
you kept asking if
i dreamed every
15 minutes
the sun baked sage
i walk here
the constant soft shaking
your brand of alarm
your arms/they're
long corners
