sometimes i feel like a pita pocket 

of desire. take me back to 2009:

black president

hangover & adventureland the same year

we leave the pernod untouched

abandon the short one undanced

the one named after a body of water

who drowned on his birthday

canvassing in sitka alaska

second opinion somehow worse

i’m on my knees

looking for something else

a wild place

sweet breaths

that can be eaten