i want to write a naturalist poem
about how i have bushy eyebrows but
still find the glare from the sun unbearable.
it was july when i didnt meet you again haha
it was the same time i didnt meet you on my patio,
give you a kiss on your forehead
and walk with you down the block.
when i get drunk late at night i pee on your patio
and i shower less than i think is probably responsible
but you still dont recognize my smell...?
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