Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards.
I buried my heart with the oleander,
where mother left the caul.
I forgot where that was. Somewhere near
the trunk line.
Today I walked to work with my wholesome *******
under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness
and the vase of my ****** I have been thinking such
impossible things.
Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned.
In the corner of my ********** I have built
a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot
where we were supposed to meet
and my boyfriend deleted your number.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
Since Thursday bugs have been crawling out of the cards.
I buried my heart with the oleander,
where mother left the caul.
I forgot where that was. Somewhere near
the trunk line.
Today I walked to work with my wholesome *******
under a sheer shirt. I have been thinking of gentleness
and the vase of my ****** I have been thinking such
impossible things.
Only one drink of wine, only one card left unturned.
In the corner of my ********** I have built
a beach. It was for our first date, but I forgot
where we were supposed to meet
and my boyfriend deleted your number.
