Thursday, April 1, 2010

mississippi river

i wanted him to be in my blood.
i wouldn't be afraid of disease//
i'd wallow around in it for a few minutes and 
drink for an hour.

this isin't sexual
or maybe it is.

but fuck. 
why did he have to let the river take him? 

1 comment:

  1. He's in your blood more than anyone I've ever met. I always wished I could've met him, but now I feel like I kind of have.