By Grace Zimmerman
the fountain of youth finally found
in a half drunk bottle of vodka and yellow gatorade
smuggled under too tight skirts
basic bitches beating,
breathing in the dusts of deserts
uninhabitable by all but the intoxicated.
trampling grass-masked sand spraying up
underneath cheap sandals onto naked legs
dirt and drugs in my veins, hair, hands, air
make the present float infinitely
i want to die this immortal
covered in sweat, glitter, and sunlight.