"Eighteen" by Olivia Greene
Woken up by silly string
Its 4:45 a.m. and I’m driving
blindly to our secret place
to watch the sun yawn for us
Surrounded by the smells of rotting plants
and woven blanket musk
in 25 degree weather
It’s 6:50 a.m. we’re on our way to
scrambled eggs, hash browns,
and your hand on my leg
Woken up by silly string
Its 4:45 a.m. and I’m driving
blindly to our secret place
to watch the sun yawn for us
Surrounded by the smells of rotting plants
and woven blanket musk
in 25 degree weather
It’s 6:50 a.m. we’re on our way to
scrambled eggs, hash browns,
and your hand on my leg