the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

the very idea that i could be

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…

bring me things to break myself upon till

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky