you're in the desert, a place where nothing ever fucking happens
and he offers you an MRE cookie
which sticks to the roof of your mouth, the side of your lips
and you smile into his mouth
and its like the goddam desert sun
coming up in the morning
burning your skin
you're back at your shitty apartment, where nothing ever fucking happens
and you're been picking desert sand out from underneath your nails for three months now
sometimes swallowing it because you can't seem to stop nervously chewing them down to the quick
and the weight of all that goddamn sand
has settled in your stomach
burning your skin
