famous potatoes
Dec. 28th, 2023 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weepingcrabThe first time I met him he was sitting on America's Dairyland. The plate rusted off the nailed car grill and I weeped. It was the first time someone had paid attention to the way I winged my eyeliner and faked my piercing.
He liked his license plates how I like my girls: right in the middle where the boobs are. The silhouette of a state looked nice and showed you where your loyalties lied. A blue gradient and it meant that you wouldn't shoot the pigeons after dark; a round, supple peach and you were free.
The night wore thin and I couldn't stop thinking about how nice it would be to be in your arms instead. I shook the thought off, and the raindrops followed me home. We kissed until the shapes of our mouths melted at the edges while the Toll House cookies baked. Your brother's dog's fur got all over me and I couldn't wash you off either. Laundry detergent and cigarette smoke still remind me of you.
He liked his license plates how I like my girls: right in the middle where the boobs are. The silhouette of a state looked nice and showed you where your loyalties lied. A blue gradient and it meant that you wouldn't shoot the pigeons after dark; a round, supple peach and you were free.
The night wore thin and I couldn't stop thinking about how nice it would be to be in your arms instead. I shook the thought off, and the raindrops followed me home. We kissed until the shapes of our mouths melted at the edges while the Toll House cookies baked. Your brother's dog's fur got all over me and I couldn't wash you off either. Laundry detergent and cigarette smoke still remind me of you.
