take out from treehouse by pigeon pit

cool night air stagnant i smoke off nervousness
outside the santa cruz county bail bonds office
it is an hour or so if we are lucky
till they let you go

when we showed up in the car to pick you up with pizza and vodka five minutes late
they said you already left
with who or where to they wouldn’t say

so we ran through the parking lot of the county jail
our love is the corporation up on the hill, too big to fail
screaming your name vaguely towards the river levee
we are wolves and this is our howling

roll down the windows turn up the heat blow cigarette smoke look down at our bare feet
driving towards the shitty chinese restaurant the best deal on this end of town
but that was our self care that was our warm red booth that was
anything that got me to leave my fucking room this winter

my head feels light, my vision skewed trying to think about how i feel when i’m hanging out with you
I look down at my lap read the bold red letters on the take out bag
all it said was thank you, and please come back soon

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