i'll just be over here
dissatisfied tepid with
the curl of a rainy stem
don't you fucking dare
don't you fucking dare
make me say It twice
and when you're full
stuffed, beached with
my affection, you get limp
and unrealized on the pattern
of how well i am with table cloths
paisley with my late '80s undergrowth
i can change everything without you noticing
with a swift pull-out of something nonessential
in that moment
it's do or die
in the day-
by-day
but it's the entire foundation, which nobody cares about until the house breaks.
I love this blog so much. Visually. Your hand, the phone cord, the contrasts in color. It's so vivid and dark energy. It makes me feel good to be here.
ReplyDeleteyea, me too. it's way darker in here.
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