Ranch Water

They giggled,

Wiggled,

Smelling of 

A bubblegum sunscreen,

Tequila, lime,

And weed,

A hazy beachside holiday

Here deep within a landlocked college city.

The left one

Said I scored a bonus point

Neglecting easy basketball jokes.

She's six feet high

And falling.

April twenty, after all.

Yes, I can count.

There's two of you.

I tallied up the years, as well.

I'm older than your ages summed.

You two have fathers younger,

And no, we won't add them together.

'Sides, I'm no Chalamet.

You're both just bored.

The three of us

Played trivia

Involving state geography

And listened to The Strokes

Until the dormouse neighed

And pumpkins snored.

A joint awaited them

Inside her vehicle.

We all must work tomorrow.

The week begins

And ends the weekend

With the dullest blade

The Monday after Easter.

- 4/21/25