friendship
maybe I'll have another cup of tea.
I need my bedroom window to be by a tree.
Gotten used to ambient noise.
I miss my crusty nature boys.
Life is like a wheel of fortune.
Can I feel better in the morning?
Read more
the book of love
Going away to come back different, changed. Isn't that what I've been taught to do? Trees peeking little kinds of green, mind lost on a loop. I'm over being over & over. Say it out loud, giant, big, fat, jinx. Curl my lip at
little hit #4
body moves in tandem, I'm aching from a cold place wipe tear stains on the soft curves of your face exiled in gas filled brain I used all my energy to try and contain
little hit #3
my mouth wants another to meet it soft, wet warmth familiar motion learned fumbling this is one thing I can't do myself
little hit #2
worn out memory, he longs to be my muse shelf full of half pulled clues make a shape, spilled ice cream stain not used to this from you