stolen. lost. found.
when it rains it pours, but then the sun comes out.
my special people picked me up when I was down.
revolving doors. superheroes. dark knights. waiting games. the cusp of greatness.
i have my dream job at my fingertips…and i can exercise my poetics talking about something i am truly passionate about.
currently studying: proper glassware, metrics, the invert pour, the origin of saisons and lambics, abv’s, ibu’s, etc. friendships. communication. radical honesty. love.
in one hand i have an exotic sour…
in my other hand i have the sweetest lambic…
we will see what happens…
like magic, my cat luna found me last night after being missing for two days. my sweetheart (who i now call my superhero) walked me home and when luna heard both of our voices she started meowing from beneath a basement staircase in my apartment building. massive thank yous and kisses for everyone’s good vibes and well wishes.
luna please come back or at least let me know yr okay
I’m waiting near our open door, with a hole in my heart
if you get cold during
slumber just envision ink
stained limbs wrapped like
pretzels dipped in
sriracha, my red
hair will be
the fleece blanket on yr chest
rainy dinners. destroying dawn. fur coat ghosts. deep breaths. anti christ. yin yang cuddling. mentholated breaths on the window. bamboo after hours. stealing sweetness. tecate bathtubs. rebel girls. sisters. butterflies…better yet…pterodactyls. sugar treats. sylvia plath. spring forward. milkshakes. mail art. back to goldilocks…finally.
things i am loyally married to:
- san francisco
- my cat
- my typewriter
- my bike
this manuscript is driving me crazy. i graduate college in two months. (freakout)
you know what changes yr attitude right quick a couple days after you get yr wallet jacked?
COACHELLA TICKETS IN THE MAIL!
sometimes just watching brutally disturbing films whilst cuddling whilst smoking whilst splitting a beer whilst listening to the rain outside the window with yr sweetheart is all you could ever possibly want