shaky knees and orange trees
kisses?
yes please!

this little rhyme i created continues to skip through my brain. i should be studying my Spanish verbs but instead all i can think about is running away. let's just leave! please! long roads will be my study and i will learn the art of hotel rooms and road side gas stations. the art of holding hands while you drive and kissing on an empty road. let's cross the Mexican border and only drink apple and strawberry sodas, eat only tacos and burrtios and quesadillas, you know the language you will be guide. we'll get a farm and only care out the cows and goats and the sound of silence at night. i'll grow my hair long never straighten it--wear shorts every day and get tattoos above my knees.

my legs are moving but i'm planted still.