Mexican food from that joint near your dads The pooling spotty blood on my bitten lips My mothers words My fathers driving
Sadness is The look she gave me when I told her what he did to me The burn marks on my hips Fogged up glasses Cheap ***** Smoking a cigarette all the way down to the end
Joy is His laugh The way the baby hair on my arms stand up when it’s cold and I feel alive Italian food made together Olive jars Macs soft ears
I love you. Have you eaten ? I love you. How did that assignment go in the end ? I love you. There’s kombucha in the fridge I love you. There’s this song I think you’ll like I love you. Did you get home okay? I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.