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The airplane seat at best. Feels like a dentists chair. Have you put on your blue shoes today. Are they as sorry as your hands. Can you hear me praying to god. After i finish this 2010 olympics coke. I wish i could see the apartment building from here. Your shoes sitting in a tile square. Welcoming me away with a turned up nose. And a hand that held a plate.
The winter trees retreat into sharp Nothing with their. Pitchforks and puncture the bruise-backed mountains. She carved our initials thick into a grey branch,. Pale green letters glowing in a tree,. Mapled blood sapping her arm. Her cough sounded like a thin bark. Sometimes I want to burst out of my skin,. Out, like a paper doll. A laugh ripped out of her ribcage. Mapled blood spilling from her arm,.
The sun was feeling more ok with the moon lately. But now the humans were a little smarter and they knew the sun was way, way better than the moon. Her tax return was slowly running out and she needed something quick.
Too many people focus on the negative,. Make appointments for temporary relief. I can appreciate more space. A second garden plot,. And when my parents get too old. Or have them stay in my guest room. They can climb right into my pores,.
A group of drunk teenagers congregate near me. I hate girls, says one boy to me. He is 17 and has fluffy hair. I tell him to try dating boys. He laughs loudly, drunkenly, Like you can date a prostitute! Found by mother masturbating, the Asian boy sitting next to me says quietly.
is it okay? I hunt under a cement mixer pumping up the moon i hunt for more labels to kiss and peel. Graze a beach ball touch please fuck me against the dead shower hair how long have i had. A thing for dudes with intestinal fortitude since you feed me raw antelope guac since october. When the trees started scratching each other since you grated spoons in your mouth. Suck on my wolf rinds get .
I Was Going Down On You, But The Birds Were Just Coming Up. As a Russian woman turns heads. I wish I would have let myself lean and let go,. Feel that same warm subtle foam,. Mirrors, which were asking for. How your promise to fuck me. But refusing to fuck my life. Was most endearing in its hope,. As if fucking me,.