greenhouse effect

if i have been the one drinking

how is it

that i feel drunk


trees touching

the tips of my toes

birds nested in my hair

the grass is rolling all over me

as the street

gets carried up in the wind

it blows the cars across the sky

like clouds

making shapes


that one’s a rhinoceros with a hard on

you say


i point

there’s an apricot giving birth to a unicorn


and when we fall asleep

with tangled limbs


in the warm hot august blanket

no one forgets to turn the lights out

but they’re still on in the morning






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