early morning heavy bag with nothing else but hopeful they said theyd be there soon you say youll be there later catan at engineering noon was bittersweet flavored
water in the kettle barely touched the mech on the table last day tears in the after shelter mental i was in the ceramics studio when you arrived when it all came together rivers of slip and clay and dip and dip and swing
keeping printing lately squinting we helped to bring the paper you disappeared concerning feared but just for shoes in your backseat
sparkled nails on the church's floor behind the curtain essay typin ping pong flyin wild story improv timin next to those shoes scrollin and the topic was ace so i dont know if its my place but as we left the lack of open doors was odd/ so then came back to the front lawn of god to give you a plastic bag of support keepin rapport in some way of some sort gracious hospitality that it wasnt raining though when we were waiting there were trains and there was dogs/ but soon hes gone and hugged and loved
and now im in the front seat; and then im in the drivers.
back window fogged, behind the wheel with you beside me reel and keel my necks still sore two days later just like my brain that needs a stapler because i couldnt look at you im scared of being fake but then/ music's meant to sing i went to bed at 1 am i dont regret a thing