two statements,
whose correlations become useless as I sit in my fox den of rainbow fabric and cat shirts and fuzzy blankets and exotic plants

my lava lamp blobs around like my stomach and I crave your mouth more than peanut butter

If concrete you may be, I'd decorate your stone visage with prismatic sidewalk chalk art and many cracks, fauna between

muted may you be, i hum you in my head like a favourite tune I can't deny echoing through my empty skull
I'll keep you, I think. Always in the corner of my brain (same corner i hold the memory of lights on the river, the taste of turkish delight, and my first moment of blinding love.)