at six flags great America i drank two
whole water bottles full of vodka
it was the best summer of my life
i spent six handfuls of sand
slipping through my fingers
and i drank a sweaty cool cup of diet pepsi
with my eyes crossed
the sun hunkered down to gnaw the
greasy fat of America’s ass
and i was on a roller coaster soaking it all in
while the wind
touched my face in a weird new way
that only happens when you’re real high up
i let a man sitting next to me on the American Eagle
rest his hand on my leg and
move his fingers around
while i thought about what my face looks like
when i squint my eyes
