Poetry

Hot heat wraps tendrils of vapor around my neck A slight suffocation in the drawl of Texas summer Music pulsates through bars and house parties As freshly 18 year old halflings down booze like it's their last day on earth Their feet leaving their childhood in whatever town

It was a quick trip for lemons sometime, maybe midday one, two, three,  right in my bag, plastic (I forgot my reusable one at home) I turned to go and then,  "Here's a bag tie for you," and there,  a green tie was offered to me