iamhomeless:
“21st & 8th”
Laura rolled over and smiled at...
“21st & 8th”
Laura rolled over and smiled at me
like scrambled eggs.
Her eyes were the color of the last pair
of blue eyes on the planet.
“Your beard smells like my pussy,” she said.
A neon-yellow kayak floated out of her
nose and poked me in the eye.
We laughed and then she ate the kayak
like a Cheez-It.
I wanted my beard to smell like her pussy
forever but she’s migrating south on greener winds she picked up for free
on the side of the road, leaving me in the
shadowy company of one resounding,
unblinking question -
where am I ever going to find another last pair of blue eyes on the planet?
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