mei

sit under the blanket, doll. you wouldn't be able to see the sun anyway. your sweat smells like two-day-old flowers and your eyes are the color of raisins. let's make dinner out of something in the neighbor's trashcan. let's find the tallest hill in the city and pin a love note to a tree at the top. let's sit face to face and i'll inhale the breath out of your mouth. let's fill a dish with old tomatoes and drop it out the window. the cracks in the street are like the shape of rain as it trickles down your slicker, but not the same, love, they're not the same.