Overgrown

by kdillmanjones

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If I read Gatsby out loud,

you’ll come away with me?

 

Cut your hair like Daisy,

springboard. ecstasy.

 

We’ll meet by the fence.

our fence.

 

It’s overgrown now.

lost in its lust.

 

Like us?

 

We philosophize.

grandeurize.

 

We overflow.

like the weeds.

 

Jay. Daisy.

bluejay. tweeds.

 

Enough,

we agree.

 

Finally,

we agree.

 

Can we drink

until happy?

 

Can we outrun

missteps?

 

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