Drain the veins in my head.
Clean out the reds of my eyes to get by security lines.
Dear x-ray machine, pretend you don’t know me so well …
I won’t tell if you lie.
Cry …
Because the drought’s been brought up.
Drink …
Because you’re looking so good in your Starbucks cup.
– “Plane” by Jason Mraz
And today, you too can look good for free.
Today, between 10am and high noon, the Green Siren’s aproned minions will happily and freely provide you with a sleeved paper vessel, filled to the 12 oz. brim with piping hot black ichor.
But after the noon hour, she will deny you again. That distant stare will return to her eyes and her favors will only be yours with the exchange of coin. So dally not.
