ah pretty waitress we sing when you

February 20, 2016 9:50AM

ah pretty waitress we sing when you
lean in close, all us masses of single men
alone and sitting in the breath of mmmmm,
uh–of your perfume. And at those stars
pressed close are the closures of supernovas
blown thin in our limbs. a smile acted from
a mile-long day and we know that and reach
with the tip with infinite (but finite) love.