Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
A COLLECTION OF MY GREATEST HITS.
A thin bird is preening its feathers between my shirt and the top layer of my skin. I try to make the girl with a blueberry striped face understand this but she rolls her eyes in a way that makes me want to breathe underwater until I turn to pile of feathers. I want to do jumping jacks and become a politician. Sometimes I daydream about sipping water in the most sensual of ways. Sometimes my back is a dry martini.
Think about the etymology of the word etymology. When she slaps me I say. Listen to one of your knees while the other lies so still. When she comes she screams. I want you to fester inside me like a rotten tooth.
Child, you will have limited edition rain, milk from comets and golden pigeons.
I can tell by her yellow teeth. We order three rounds and end up on top of her house, fucking like rocking chairs. It would make my day if you let me come on your dress.
My skin will miss you. I want to tiptoe inside your pores and make sure your liver is working. This is when she interrupts to say. I never want to see you again. This is not the last time I see her.
I see a cute girl across the room, eating soft pretzels. I walk up to her and say. She throws her vodka cranberry in my face but goddamn it tastes so good I order one myself.