Floss
I crave the companyalthough its like a piece of flossthat I wrench too farinto that pinky fleshto cry something redand […]
Day carries on brightly,he has no other choice.surrounded and swarmed by summery fleshmy blood runs alone, frosted winteron my crown
America is like a big familyeveryone is eternallyin the living roomin their pajamasfighting or loving (as siblings)offering snacks and yelling
(A very messy and syntaxless body of bananathoughts conceived on a metal voyage) Dreams on flighty wingsallude mecome to me
sand settles at the bottom of a glassa single strandof Sunwiggles through the waterand onto (a) palm of a hand
people come and goclouds sustain addiction to the sunwinters envy summerscelestial wrenchingssustain my kneesto the floor my heart these yearsis
You took a piece of Sunand shined it to my cavitiesI took your wretched handand placed it over my depravity