Long Time No See

Hey, long time no talk. Here's a new poem.

Jennifer:

She’s a beautiful anarchist
downing Molotov cocktails
like it’s cheap swill.
 Stolen dollar store lipstick smudged
on the edges of our lips.
Cuddling on her step-father’s front lawn
we watch embers jump off the fire.

I was right,
arson is a perfect first date.