big dumb kahuna

you buy those metal pins from deaf guys
I swear honour to this mic
I drove five hundred miles
asking what you meant by ‘like’
I was taking in your curves
you had me on a hook
you smile through every meeting
like there’s nothing to your look;
I was fishing in the sewers
you were piling up the boat
I swore off meat and cheeses while
you sacrificed the goat;
I looked up—something beautiful—
it was everything she wrote
(you dragged me back up
through the waterfall;
you taught me how to float.)

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