State of Sun
Chapping lips and flushing cheeks,
We knew it'd never last forever,
But we, breathless, kissed as if
The gods awarded a stay,
Loving under avalanches.
The ending's more romantic before,
From the back.
The coolest people grow so old
And dream of Florida.
It's always warm.
It doesn't snow.
They just grow cranky,
Vote Republican,
And pretend they're cheating death.
I swear to you I'll visit,
Though we both know
That's a lie.
I'll never touch that fucking state again.
- 12/22/25
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