I like it bursting

Oh my Summer

Swim through the happening,
change in a jar, she was looking for you.
For the first time in years,
it all feels like a wink,
am I me everywhere that I go?

He said I sounded different at lunch
then at dinner,
all these cities the same and not,
parentheses under my eyes,
contain me harder babe, I like it bursting.

What if I keep taking a new bite
before I’m done with the last,
What if I always restart that song
before it ends
Being a perfect angel is exhausting.

Lots of people want to have sex with me.
Same.
There’s probably an equation for everything,
with numbers we don’t know about yet.

I didn’t have an answer
for most of what he asked me,
kept seeing her initials on license plates,
craving a long blue skirt.
If it’s boring I’m going to leave.

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