“I can’t wait to be more patient” I said
as I sucked on the cackling clove cigarette.
“You can’t be a five, without being a
one, two, three, four -” Lani.
Took a drag, added – ”
Yea, you could multiply 1×5.
But then you would miss out on
two, three and four, and
maybe these are wonderful places
with beautiful people”
i fucking love cloves,
i jumped ship
i jumped the scale
and i often lie awake thinking:-
“what number am i?”
Share if you like! (Mahalo Lani for letting me use your wise words!)