"Layer up, lead her down with the water running.
Chase her round, set the sails on your little lungs.
Reel or rile at the sound – at the dirty sound – of  
“What are you thinking now?” 

(There are nights when I dream about your symmetry,
decomposing a scene of what it means to me.
Talk a mile, shoulder out, you are the walking tide
and I am the rhythm that pulls through your summer sea.)

Wait for time, wait for clothes that’ll never dry and
sing along to the call of your mother’s cry.
Sit a while, bleach your bones, drown the habits having
something or nothing to do with love.

(There are nights when I dream about your symmetry,
decomposing a scene of what it means to me.
Talk a mile, shoulder out, you are the walking tide
and I am the rhythm that pulls through your summer sea.)

Turn away – separate from your safer harbors.
Hold your breath, keep it in just to know you can.
Pick a route, pick a home, shed a shell of silence:
say “this is it - this is all I am.”   

Turn away – separate from your safer harbors.
Hold your breath, keep it in just to know you can.
Pick a route, pick a home, shed a shell of silence:
say “this is it - this is all I am.”  

Summer Sea

Lost Again

Where Would I Be Without You

every time i smoke american spirits
i’m back on the east coast
the place i miss the most
the night we drove home
from dinner at your folks house
i felt so close to you

i was walking forwards 
while you were walking backwards
and i wish we knew it back then

i don’t want to be your past
what if
your name is the word i’ll say last
and if you don’t want me the same way
i guess i’ll just wait anyways

every time i drink a blueberry lemonade
i’m back at the lake
you’re kissing my face
the shortcut you showed me
i take when i’m lonely
and always i’ll think of you

i was walking forwards 
while you were walking backwards 
and i wish we walked hand in hand

i don’t want to be your past
what if
your name is the word i’ll say last
and if you don’t want me the same way
i guess i’ll just wait anyways

American Spirits (voice memo)

Kaidyn (age 10) and Bam Mom cover "You Belong to Me" loosely based off The Jerk version and with some one of a kind amateur recording glitches. But we had a super fun Sunday, and that's what counts.

Summer Sea

aerica lauren

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