CIVIL RITES

I will remember the dust. I will remember the roses and the potroasts. I will remember the peaches and cold cool ice and the acne cream. I will not forget the lost waffles and wedding rings, the report cards, fireworks, first bra. Oh those valentines, lost timepieces, those cat feces, raindrops and birdlove, old pigskin and porkchops. I will breath the ferrous air aware of slicing limes to get a bit sluiced. I remember gold corona bottles, whole. I remember the smooth moves inside my throat and thankful stomach sensations. I am recycling a city on this hill of overripe condoms and odd egginess, this castle of tin cans and can-do. I raise a toast to the spilled champagne and shitpants. I set the scent-dial to vanilla and will ascend and remember—wave the white-winged gulls back to their work ethic. I will come to rest on this hamburger landfull, the vanilla-landfilla, and remember my days.



SO IN OTHER NEWS today was the first day of highschool. I GOT SO LOST. oh my gosh, I got lost, but it was ok. I couldn't get my lock to work at first. I got to see almost everyone, though. That was cool.