Blog by Hannah Frank
I can't compete with the dirty pearls
and the prom dresses from 1938
I can't compete, I can't compete
My mind is supple like that coffee ripple
on the way to my tongue
between my teeth
it's not as long of a road
as it used to be
Oh Lawd me
I don't know how I noticed it was you your hat was pulled down over your face Fog rolled in by the bay and the morning boats pulled away...