WHAT’S SHITTY ABOUT SHITTY ART
Women walk toward summer
like weeds blooming between other weeds
A man balloons his feelings
for me to stand inside them & twirl
I love being in love
before being smart sets in
When we have a person
to clean our towels for
We feel every feeling
to its inevitable ending
& then we begin to jog
I spend a good hour in your mouth
watching the blood moon
like the super bowl
never existed