80 West demands a conscience, abscess.
No reason why the sun pulls out,
It’s objectively wrong to prefer the rain.
Hers is a highway mind, unnecessary outlet
Malls to the stupefaction of sound,
Watch the clouds pucker, taper
In airwaves. These sunglasses sepia
Everything. Where it was, it was.
No point to figure it out now,
What we lost in Natomas, chasing
Blame. The yellow bikes and cutoffs
Still breathe in Seattle, don’t mind a little
Cold. Keep rinsing out the dye,
Forgive a little fade.