once twice all the time  

no crimes

just afternoon wine and

new york on my mind

I’ve been out in the weeds

talking shit

the political is personal

and the personal is scary

what is worse

junk or ants?

the clock still runs

When you turn off the car

never got that. never got over

being a baby in the backseat

never turn down a chance

to be a passenger. at 23

asking for someone to please

give me a quiet ride

down to my last thin dime

no crimes

but I would never judge

I feel the warmth of pepper

When I step outside

the whole city smells like grass on the freeway and I’m almost a baby