Summer Picnic
I keep making bad decisions
but at this moment all I want
is to get very, very drunk
like I've never been or wanted to, before.
Break me into pieces and
cut my hair with scissors.
Slice my wrists
with lemon wedges
from the lip of your vodka sweet tea glass.
Dip your fingers into my thigh
cure the goosebumps
with a breaststroke
swim far and long and deep
into the darkness.
Take me back behind the tree
Of polo shirts and grassy leaves.
Laugh at my hair, my eyes, my need.
Tell me that I'm broken.