cool places :)

said nicethings to me :)

pubs :)

in progress :)

peples :)

So bright I was certain / 

      I was eight or seven—forgive me / 

that the entire storm was localized above our carpet 
spackling the ceiling / trailing eye flares from the fireplace.

Blitztorte / Lightning Cake

You weren’t red, either. Not beyond your rind.
I bit just a section—a snicker—of the orange,
and magma dribbled through my knuckles.

August 27th, 2003

been here before? he asks through his hat.

i’ve never eaten, i say. i am here to meet my love in new york city.
above the plates is a prophet, so i must be honest.

bed and breakfast

When I am grown, and nonetheless in love,
I will brush the sensitive bend of your wrist
and learn which foods to make you.

Avery Y-W

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