Sunday

antique items

i haven't smiled in a while so it's cool
watch out for the dog drool all over my antique carpet
the one my great grandmother made back in the age of wheat sewing

and lazy suzannes.
my feet, only my toes, in the pool. my eyes sink to the blue bottom,
while my legs wait for you to carry me far far away.
i already need some more vodka. 
i just ate the last sushi roll,
don't be fooled and don't fall for her.
she as a soul of a demon and 
my great grandmothers antique carpet.

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