talk to me sunshine, drop me a line.
let me know your gums are healthy and teeth are white.
it’s been a shivery june, full of goosebumps and sweaters;
making foreheads furrow and yawns appear uninvited.
if you insist on continuing this cloudy coyness, at least stir me up a sticky, sultry storm.
i’m a sucker for warm, dark rain with an occasional beastly crack of thunder;
junkies on repeat and the windows open wide to the rowdy, wet ruckus= i’m a happy girl.
just pick a side. i want drama. give me tears or fits of giggles.
i’m bored with this weak tea in a styrofoam cup.