And Screw the Mountain, He Said, I Wants a Lake Shore
And Screw the Mountain, He Said, I Wants a Lake Shore – by Autumn Noelle Hall so this is me laying you out, old friend like an almost smile on that Lake Shore eyes squinchy-closed guitar hands folded so’s you looks like you’s listening to glistening riffs of jazz just-sailing off a river of moonlit keys like your belly be full of the best momo soup any Nepalese joint could