Saturday, July 19

saturday morning alone
caterpillars on silky threads, glowing in the sun
and butterflies, butterflies inside all the time
no food is good food
they want to steal me but there is no shine because you are not there to call
half a sandwich and one sip of pear nectar
don't ask me out because it makes me nervous
i miss the smell of the brown soap
it could happen
i'm so tired
cuddling yrself only half works
when i didn't love you

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i feel it all...