đgreetings from yosemiteđ okay Iâm a postcard but make it girl??? welcome to my sexy little email road trip edition #2. iâm writing this on my phone (iphone rose gold plus with a cracked screen because iâm fun) in the car as we head up to Lake Tahoe. we spent the last week in LA seeing friends from afar in parks & taking a trip to the REI in Burbank where i experienced a pleasure blackout just thinking about the kind of person i could be. Finding the right lightweight performance fleece would be so nourishing! We had a breathtaking time in our nationâs most gorgeous national park, where I had the urge to tweet âcaesar salad is so iconicâ as i traversed against the current of a crystal clear stream. wherever you are, i hope youâre all still enjoying my birthday month and feeling sexy, young, wild, and free.đŚ
here are this weekâs lil poems:Â
road trip poem #1
no oneâs ever been sad to leave los angeles
and i refuse to learn how to parallel park
sometimes we get horny in the carÂ
and one of us will masturbate
while the other drives
i reach the famous feeling of orgasm
while Siri tells us to take the next exit
we drive into yosemite and i feel
embarrassed for ever caring that
someone in brooklyn hates me,
or worse, doesnât care about me
when i tried online dating in 2015
or as i like to call it, giving blowjobs
to people who donât have my phone number
a guy with health insurance
took me on a sweaty date to the drive-in
fuck i hate watching movies outside
itâs so mortifying to sit next to a tree
and pretend to care about karate
if men think of something funny
they like to say it a lot
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road trip poem #2
i just ordered such a good sandwich
i want to kiss myself&
i even get to go swimming later
sometines life is like being drunk
without the part where you alienate
those closest to you by starting a fight
about nothing just to feel something
its so easy have a white claw at 11am
when you have a balconyÂ
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road trip poem #3
in LA we got naked & swam in the ocean
we ate cured meats & carrots
& sat in the back of a red pickup truck
like we were in a film where two old friends
fight & wrestle their way into a hug
heave-sobbing as the dust settles
i want to be famous for being
the first person
who never feels bad againÂ
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road trip poem #4
i want to be suntanned & shining
& say the phrase âthe capeâ
i want to be the person on a cooking show
who puts the spices in the little stone bowls
itâs okay to want a lot
it isnât even very muchÂ
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