oh my, i want to be strong. want to call myself baby. want to chew bubblegum & be charming. & hear that old dirt sound in my voice, like a million summer bike rides & popsicles in the grass afterword, legs all itchy but enough to hold me up, neck red as a strawberry. i’m in an intimate relationship with the sun. he knows all my soft spots. i’m in a constant state of tender blush.
