i:
how is that garden
i planted on/in your chest doing
ii:
in the morning, i like to write
in the morning, i like to drink coffee
the mug goes between my feet
so i don’t need socks
and my hands give birth to my words
is that okay is that okay is it
odd
iii:
speaking of coffee,
we work so well with it. i am milk i am
made to be spoiled
and you are just sweet enough
to go perfectly
(cinnamon)
iv:
sunburn would be okay if
it left your handprint forever pale
on my ass
v:
if you ever leave me again,
i will be so sad
my body will become strawberry milk and
you may not recognize me
for the color of
my blood
vi:
is it the sunset or the moonrise
