I’m Obsessed with the Treehouse

I’m all for long, hot lazy days, seaweed
and tongue-scraping. It’s a deluge

of a different kind: We’re all glamorous,
jewel-toned. The queen herself just added,
“Acid is right for you—smells like roses.”

We’re catching the elephant that might
be gentle enough for a drink of water.

I’m holding onto my hat—the speed is
intoxicating. I’m here for just 36 hours.
Time is limited, it appears. Even richer.


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