smokerings

[ DC ]

the Smithsonian wasn't particularly busy
and neither were we,
miles from DC
where the heat and the cold kill me and I'd
give anything to see a scraper
scrape the sky:
i was so sad when you told me
the old bones were fake.
i know what dinosaurs look like, i want to
feel something that crashed its way beneath the stars,
lonely diplodocus watching a middle-aged milky way.
beady-eyed.