She drove to the wildlife refuge for a final assignation<\/p>\n\n\n\n
before marrying a limp civil servant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Marriage next weekend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A lifetime of herbicides, somnolent sex,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
subjugation of her inner satyr,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
godless Easter Sunday casseroles in suburbia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fire in the burn barrel raged on the patio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I threw rosemary in at midnight for witchcraft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We drained a fifth of Rebel Yell while hazed in rosemary smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She wore panties, bra and a sheepskin coat some kid left behind in my classroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I played our song, \u201cEssence\u201d by Lucinda Williams on guitar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She jumped onto my lap, nearly crushing the guitar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept on playing, she sang along to our favorite verse:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Baby, sweet baby, I wanna feel your breath She found a flashlight and began a strobe light striptease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bats appeared, dipped, dived around her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She’d never seen bats before and was delighted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I told her not to marry him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I told her I could break them up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She didn’t say not to try.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She said, \u201cI’ve got to marry him so I can divorce him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She never did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I never tried.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" She drove to the wildlife refuge for a final assignation before marrying a limp civil servant. Marriage next weekend. A lifetime of herbicides, somnolent sex, subjugation of her inner satyr, godless Easter Sunday casseroles in suburbia. Fire in the burn barrel raged on the patio. I threw rosemary in at midnight for witchcraft. We drained […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9985,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","category-poetry","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9984"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9984\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9986,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9984\/revisions\/9986"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Even though you like to flirt with death
Baby, sweet baby, can’t get enough
Please come find me and help me get fucked up<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n