mind races. soft grey clouds
it's always never night somewhere
they say the sun never set on the british empire
distinctions quietly made between 1 & 2
funny question coming from you
I'm open to this sort of thing
a dead end line of inquiry
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
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
my mouth wants another to meet it soft, wet warmth familiar motion learned fumbling this is one thing I can't do myself
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