o god

i’m riding a bike through August soup

in someone else’s underwear

I am sweaty and filthy and sunburnt and hungover

and blissfully stupidly happy

my face is stinging from the heat radiating up from the bedstuy asphalt

but the fever has me dizzy in only the most delicious ways

i told you who i thought you were and you showed me i was wrong

put me in my place and i like it