I painted in a failing kerosene heated houses basement listening to vinyl with bodega cheap tall boys
A cheap one hitter my dad found on his apartment floor and called a one toker, what I name things and what names are given; hold them close; close as in the sun you temper with S.PELLEGRINO now,
Hearing music made by machines when we want men we knew with women to with tearing stark motion perfume a room with arms and bold breath through things they treasure and carry
