most sticky saturdays
i'd be alongside lemon inspired entrepreneurs
garden hose waving
saturating whatever had the will to grow
and drowning worms with the excess
now i know that is irresponsible.
this is not a parade for unity or independence
i've nothing left to fill your pockets
and my teeth are rotting in my own sweetness
when did i become so cautious?
as if love is something that i can
run out of