GloPoWriMo #6 || Brought to you by: me being a fed up environmental sciences researcher studying for finals!
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Gone are the days when you could walk on water.
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight:
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song
My shadow said to me: what is the matter
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-
GloPoWriMo #6 || Brought to you by: me being a fed up environmental sciences researcher studying for finals!
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly.
Gone are the days when you could walk on water.
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight:
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song
My shadow said to me: what is the matter
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost-