its the same story
the friendships they
have just one more class
not much to say
besides you are welcome silence
voicing
use is toxic yellow
brushing yellow
the strange deeper
gives a stranger
twist a constant twist
more & more is less & less poetry
on something
skinny dipped popping males in narrow pools sit on lawn chair
ideas of romance
because it doesn’t take place in words
uncovered
make a secret
uncover a self myself yourself mostly mime all together mine
mostly to the reality that I give myself a seed
drift 
apart
he tags my portrait on the window with permanent marker he tells me I spread rumors
I play violin
he cleans laundry
how I still don’t know anyone that can touch
surprising
