it’s 6:50 am
if we become separated from each other
meet me underneath the shadow of the
watermelon vine
it is 6:50 am
I was wondering
how it must have been for
god when she made everything
it’s 6:50 am
I’ll be whatever you want
it’s 6:50 am
the birds still haven’t gotten up
it’s 6:50 am
I think I’m watching you watch me
or you’re watching me watch you
it’s 6:50 am
this watermelon tastes melancholy
it’s 6:50 am
I’m gonna drive until I see the sun
haunted by the feeling that
my hiding place isn’t watertight enough
it’s 6:50 am
it’s just the suspicion
a pulsing light of
the blue flower flame