Bring Prudence

Singer/songwriter

We

Hands on the handle, hands on the backseat.
Necks floating. Alright.
The ride is salty and I’m boring.
Alright.

Boots are the first to leave. Then earrings.
Then two bills fly
back inside.

Clark and 18th. And run it up.

And then there are clavicles,
tea, and the Planetarium,
but already in my head.