Foggy

Close the bedroom door. They've started. I'm going for a cig. Getting foggy Between her butt cheeks. She says it pays her rent. All of me in 1970. In white heat, I'd like it freezing. Summer clapped and left, left it Foggy. Because she said she's out of Gas. All of me in 1970. It's white heat, they'd like it freezing and snowy. Check it. All of me in 1933. Black feet get cold for me. Oh. Oh. I went home. My house is not my home. My home was left in her.