Found myself losing interest
in these limiting
surroundings
The contraption of intention
and accident with the precision
of stasis
Days are to hide within rain
descending like a crestfallen
flower, dull wednesdays
riddled with mundane.
I escape to my phone mostly,
you on the screen
and on the internet
get me going, washing
me with dew.
YOU ARE READING
kuuipo.
Poetrykuuipo ring for a wahine. i pulled an Irene and decided to write fictional poetry because why not.
