its the same story

the friendships they

have just one more class

not much to say

besides you are welcome silence



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


make a secret


uncover a self myself yourself mostly mime all together mine

mostly to the reality that I give myself a seed

drift 2.5.14 111apart


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



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