basement of a house show (4 beers)

and the back of my tooth feels like mount rainier underneath the curled tip of my tongue - severance and - the cold snap of edamame and salt when i’m hungry spiritually but not physically - i could be a [good] thing in the dark - saltpeter and lavender - what goes down the drain? in the pipe? in the barrel? in my eye? lashes. the shape of your lips whispering a nothing. bubblegum ready to pop - and what of rivers and my friends? consequences of loneliness? - budweiser can on the stairs, sleep in my smudged eyeliner, your backwash in the folds of my neck. and sweat. what of sweat? what of slippery highway roads when California weeps? what of the day you guys went noodling and i waited to gut the fish? what of pink flesh and hot sauce? dredge and hot oil? cayenne and honey. what of my gold pinky ring sitting on your back molar - music charts on the floor and my feet aching to run back home - i miss the bath - i write to remember, i remember being insignificant to the room of music kids writing to feel, insignificant to clouds of weed smoke, insignificant to the medicine designed to fix me, insignificant to the dust bunnies on the floor, significant to my grandmother in the grave - the church lords over the brass - where is my blue bear? my first camera, my long hair - head hurts all the time - and what of my fresh ear drums, remember when the world was wetter? remember when i was saccharine? remember when i was pretty? -