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i love your mixtape
by Jake R. Thompson
flicking through a cardboard cutout sugar cube of mixed emotion
feedback squealing tires echoes eardrums lips and chest reverberations
after hours party house with taco trucks waiting on the corner
stumble out the door and waltz together in the snow of flower petals
i think
i'm too drunk
for this
i think
i'm too drunk
for this
baseball card collections fritos crunching underfoot and lining walls with
crumbles
chili cook offs cheese on top and tea bags strewn about an empty living
space
with bits of nugs all wasted in the coffee table cracks that paint the floor
the tv pulled out of the dumpster sparks and whines but it's okay
i think
i'm too drunk
for this
i think
i'm too drunk
for this
when the world spins back
and my legs collapse
you seem to melt about in space
and all i wanna see's your face and when you
pick me up when i wanna fall down and when you
stand me up and you turn me around
your eyes relaxed and your lips
parted just so it's a kiss
that'll sing me
to sleep