I used to be a writer

Piano fingers, are lobster claws. A lazy cell evolves. in reverse. Paintbrushes collecting dust slump in tin cups brown strips of rust Camera lenses giving me the eye wondering why I won’t pick up the pen and paper. or at least try. what is a feeling. internal hallucination of a sensation None of it is…

I worry sometimes

about you about me about freedom. I worry sometimes. about distance about hours about flowers about voices. I worry sometimes. about blood about colors about clouds about water. I worry sometimes. about teeth about pens about birds about friends. I worry sometimes. about dust about lust about sharing about caring. Sometimes I worry Worry I…

Ur my <3

Soaked in a bath of European pine darling dear, you taste like Napa Valley wine. Forgive my stubborn palette, I have a taste for sweetness. It’s you my pink buds long for can’t you tell that you’re my weakness? A medicine in human form No pill or smoke I adorn more than the syrup that…