Because I don't feel like working

Goddamn, it’s too warm for October but I love your sweaters rough armor that defied the moths for one more year of hole-y war. We will drink coffee and search the paper for something to do avoid work, waste time, not care go all day with dirty hair. Down to the river to hear the rapids while the trees bare their arms admire the bones as we walk along until it gets dark, and we’ve both grown cold.