alone in crisp chartreuse cotton
burning wrinkles into a union of legs
as white chiffon collects pollen
i’m thinking of you in your bowtie and suit
i don’t go to the coast that often
but I sucked my Darjeeling right down to the dregs
and it said your blue suit case don’t need to sit rottin’
let loose and abuse your youth for this weddings sake
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