521. bex + tim

passport conspiracies

and tropical possibilities,

the chaos of getting here

blurry from airport tequila.

they unfold and unwind

with some pit viper shine

and their necklines as deep

as this crustacean filled sea.

it’s burning up, three alarm fire.

mom + dad have left the diapers.

raise a glass, sit back, take a drink,

you’re about to see a grown man weep.