commute

a poem

i see two golden statues during my commute (!!)

one of virgin mary, one of cupid. both get blown lil kiss-prayers.

roads are alters.

i swerve around squirrels and think about squirrel talk. squirrelies! what is the hot tree gos? who is so0o0oo0o nutty right now?

there is a church with *perfect* stained glass. decadent red rectangles like jello, fed to me by god.

another church with a hollywood sign that reads "CHURCH SHOPPING??" honey, yes. take my money. enrapture me.

there is a lil hilltop graveyard, where i assign heavenly plots to roadkill, soft bloody bellies tucked back into earth.

there is a road called 77. 

a man called pap.

a chicken steak special on wednesdays. 

a stretch of road i call "sob stretch" bc it's where i cry.

a gas pump, giving me that good good diesel drip.

a turn so sharp, my knuckles ache.

on my way to work i'm past and pre angel number hours so i wait for the 77 road sign.

and on my way home, i've got 5:55.

7 + 7 + 5 + 5 + 5 = 29
2 + 9 = 11
1 + 1 =

two golden statues <33

pome // perfume pairing: this poem pairs well with Guardian

Thanks for reading, babes. <3 Happy July! Back soon with more writings.