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.
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:
this manuscript is driving me crazy. i graduate college in two months. (freakout)
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
spring break. spring pumpkins. dark city. park city. text missives. backyards. campfires. emoticons. punk rock poetics. mix tapes. oldies b’goodies. energy. endorphins. grey zones. brain grenades. liquid bread. bed poetry. ezra pound. the amsterfam. the living room. the wiggle. the waiting game. waiting for things to happen. if things don’t happen i will make them happen.