* the textures of the rainbow remind me to stick together like glass on hot air we are all flying sideways trying to retrace occipital...

Four PM/ Starbucks shift ends, my hair is so dirty I decide to leave my hat on even on my way home from work/ This is my sixth month...

skinny arms, muscular backs tattoos and cigs uncensored white trash eating ice cream too fast sticky fingers loud rap we watched too many...

you kiss me on the cheek we commerce with mumbles of “have a good day” you hand me a stuffed animal in exchange for your absence & even...