Monday, February 21

remembered this night

when she was small she met a man in the street who cut off some of her hair without even asking.

the boy who wrote a poem about me was the same boy who sniffed glue in my garden and turned everything in my house upside down.

i can sew but not zips, so i safety pinned the dress together.

the best kiss i ever had was in the dark, in the doorway of an upholsterers.

i stole some cobalt from chemistry class.

my dream about the museum of death.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"who am i?"