(2014)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
bring me things to break myself upon till
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center