Beer bongs, pillow talks and a leaking roof.

dilute
into me
tons of magic.
whisper with your fingers what your lips
can’t say.
clear this hangover with two
bottles
of legends and a quieter place.
there is
no such thing as ears
that have died from eavesdropping.
but if the moon peeps,
then trouble is not far

Younglan Talyoung