I went camping last weekend and I think I left my poetry in the woods.
Four words as invocation.
I feel like I’m shuffling a deck of cards here but the cards are poems, some higher value than others, but beyond that I’m not really sure if any of them are particularly any good. Like, in an intrinsic way.
Fuck your smores, I’ve got chocolate syrup and I’m going to cover you up with whatever I can find.