We Could Get Drunk in This Field Because We're in a Field & We're in Love & What Else Would We Do?
I want to find the way
through every tunnel—
us not ever stopping
for gas, tires always
at proper pressure,
this all awash in new
light. I want to shut
this machine down
so we can grow tomatoes
in its ugly chambers.
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026