good day to be a walmart wife in san antonio, texas as rain reminds us
this saturday and all saturdays previous and future are pieces of this
grey transitory fog phase before rainbow candied muerte
the liberation we crave
salivating
but first this tiny hot heaven
the sabado before easter domingo
blinking disco lights the beautiful melt of delta 8 gummy
and my favorite voice on the planet coming to me transatlantic transmission
reminding me that i am only one woman in the industrial noise scream of time
here to thrum vivid alive
whimpering for mas mas mas
and because we are
greedy as pirates
we take it we steal it we keep it
sugar melting sticky on our tongues
the dictate of my yammering cunt and your bellowing cock
hammering out the details that bring us together blinded by the stars
for one last dance
raw deliberate eternal
lesser gods be damned
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