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

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

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.

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…

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

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

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

the very idea that i could be

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