for the ‘gram

just write it down, plain as bathroom wall scrawls, like a one minute video, like only the chorus of an old rock ballad everyone already knows the words to, each line sounding like something they’ve heard before and already believe

a bee pollinating plastic flowers melting in a too hot sun, boca background ,dappled light through filters, it looks like something when the angle’s right; it looks like truth, like glitter, like love