"That’s love — enjoying a lie, then waking up to the truth"
white magnolia tears
dirty bare feet and summer rain, wash
me in the grass, toes in red mud, erase
my sugar honey down home heart
peach juice running down your fingers, street
come back, sit on the front porch here
where the hound dog hears
whispers and swinging screen doors, resew
holes in the earth
with lightening bug stars and sweat.