may i ask if you’re in love
and whether it feels like home
one painted green and dressed up true
blurry cosmos of your own
are tuesdays lazy cause they’re there
with extra arms for you
of just because you can
doesn’t mean that you have to
i don’t know such of what is real
and you’ve seen some of what is not
sometimes it’s muscle memory making you
defense hijack the plot
rather naive if you believe
that every search searches “forever”
but to think you’re better off not searching
doesn’t make you much more clever
you’ll find them in buckled letters
risked dandelion wine hugs
a rejected treasure chest of time
when you were so in love