04-26-2015, 03:19 PM
Company
In a kitchen of clericot and refried beans,
we huddle against winter,
huddle against fear, and win.
In the warm amber of tequila
we talk about spring—
“We’re gonna fucking kill it this year”,
you say, giggling.
There’s still ice on the windows,
but everything smells delicious.
In a kitchen of clericot and refried beans,
we huddle against winter,
huddle against fear, and win.
In the warm amber of tequila
we talk about spring—
“We’re gonna fucking kill it this year”,
you say, giggling.
There’s still ice on the windows,
but everything smells delicious.