I wish I could be free from my human form. I want to swim with the trash in the hudson river, and bathe under the heat waves that warp desert horizons.
By Julia Taylor 2 years ago in Poets
A boy at a party once told me It's so easy to become nothing To lose yourself to pills and puffing To not recognize yourself in a blank screen
The day that I last saw your long reddish hair And pulled you close to me. Dropping tablets on tongues, dissolving into each other,
I remember the day we drove down to the river, a joint in my mouth, and you in that sweater. The tension in the backseat of my first car, and the voice in my head wants to take it too far.
Madison and I sat on the beaches Of california, wine in our hands In the dashboard of our car, the peaches Softening, while we roast upon the sand.