it’ll be waiting
i’ll be waiting
by Meghan Tennison
<3you are my heart
beating like
redred beetjuice
like
red foxes causin havock in
grassy red dust hills
&i’ll groom yr fur as your eyes
swivel with panic until
tongues cast low huffs
we wait for the sun and it
always comes back to us
I don’t know if I’d want to come back to her. I guess it’s inevitable, and red’s my favorite color, but I’m afraid my panic won’t climax in “low huffs.”