Southern gothic

when you dm’d me on insta
i forgot my place
your right to bare arms
lost somewhere over the sierra nevada
fingertips grazing over your

a rise for
glasses smeared
served up dirty

heavy roses on the half shelf
with tobasco and lemonade

don’t text me again
i don’t know that we can be
barren

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