Vow of Silence

and staffing to def
hot chocolate alcohol party, aches in all arches
lion hair fluffed up split ends
car on a bridge in the rain wet and blinding
denim over tights and soft light, let's
just listen to rap and that old alt country bluegrass
offroad shotgun highfive.
a phonecall for a weeks worth of adderall dont
lift a finger if dreams don't work unless
you do.
we're grown up about our booze,
mixing martinis in plastic cups, NPR as our source for news
and that beach with all the horses when we were little kids is
only a half days drive away from the shitty cloud breath that covers this state
but we'll wait, take a shower, bend our brain in the microwave.
because too much is what it takes.