[Split]

Consonance caught on the cusp,
Love body shots. tequilia, salt line, lime I'm in love.
I'm just hunting for quiet, to see if its all we cracked up.
I love French curves on Latinas, cause my compass is shattered,
Trace a direction and pretend that silhouettes matter.
After. Skate down hills too tall to be disturbed.
Gatsbys green light was the sunset after all.
I'm not a good writer in any sense of the word.