springtime and the promise of an open fist.

Merciful mosquito
Peeper in the night rides the trainhorn to my bed
Huddled undercover
Fuck that heater
Daffodilio
My accessory
I am so delighted I burst into
Raucous laughter

All I know
I go to work with the sunrise

And isn't hope what the fuck I'm here for?

(A
Men.)