rigby

for a girl who smelled like reefer. in memoriam of that one sunday.

we lay
like dogs

stale air picking scabs
that have formed inside our lungs

i keyed
your mom’s car today

and broke my hand
in seven places

you look so good
eating asphalt

you look so good
drinking drool

“i love you,
runt”

“i love you,
too”



- radio