Bottles full of exhales
landed drunk on their sides.
Darkening patches of grass
with their humming plastic torsos,
leaving a yellow cross stitch
where they slept off the fumes.
Marking their spots like dogs.
Bottles full of exhales
landed drunk on their sides.
Darkening patches of grass
with their humming plastic torsos,
leaving a yellow cross stitch
where they slept off the fumes.
Marking their spots like dogs.