the keyboard feels like scrabble
life is a box
and my heater clicks
i wake up five minutes before
two hours after
and she mimics
she sits
and hums
dishes on posts
smells i no longer see
i feel like only she exists
and she is not a friend to me
Updated: Aug 7, 2021
the keyboard feels like scrabble
life is a box
and my heater clicks
i wake up five minutes before
two hours after
and she mimics
she sits
and hums
dishes on posts
smells i no longer see
i feel like only she exists
and she is not a friend to me
juniper child these moments when the figments of your mind align with an orbiting truth when the sun is ruthless in hugging all that is stained with disobedient chatter or flattered with wind kisses c