no crush

the dead of winter in my heart

no crush. the dead of winter in my heart.

i defang my electric first draft. i do this with painting too, my under-paintings full of life and movement. every layer deafening the work.

i’m an indoors kids looking for an outdoors kid to show me animals and how to play around in the mud.

i wanna be glamorous but i’m addicted to potato chips. i want to be glamorous but i write my essays in a crouched position while chewing my hair. i am 28 and not really old. but when i am 31 i will feel young again.

i’m at this party. i lose aura points every time i just talk to talk. i excuse myself to the bathroom because i want to hang out with me. i thought i was the only one who did this, until the internet.

mint waxed dental floss is as beautiful to me as cellar door.

books is beer coasters.

can i go home now? it’s time for me to be scared by myself.