Wherever You Wanna Go

The bugs sound like grinding teeth.
The bugs sound like cracking knuckles.
The bugs sound like aunties’ kisses.
The birds are singing.

I’d hate to cheapen anything
by saying its name.

And how I feel about you
is best expressed at a
swimming hole.

Or wherever you
wanna go.

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