by Corey King
I can’t imagine all you’ve tasted
I’ve walked into plenty of public restrooms
I’ve stepped in the dog’s digested food
I’ve dragged all along the streets of New York City
But people sleep on those
You and I are usually just passing through
I kicked the dirt in Nashville, Tennessee
You killed a cigarette
I’ve trekked all along the
Sun-kissed pitch pavement
I melted the northern tip of your face
With my legs propped up
Too close to the bonfire
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