each night be like can't wait to wake up
every day be like can't wait to wake up
from these explorations of these traces
of the past us
split fingertips and calloused hands
trace ingot memories & make me want
to peel off all my skin, excise, except
that's just the season and the cold
wet tissue origami bunny in my palm
you leap a pool of scrabble tiles floating
spelling out unwelcome, but you
smile at me unexpectedly and
bobbing wooden tiles don't have
letters only lines with which to read
these unexpected explorations of a
wake up
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
each night be like can't wait to wake up
every day be like can't wait to wake up
from these explorations of these traces
of the past us
split fingertips and calloused hands
trace ingot memories & make me want
to peel off all my skin, excise, except
that's just the season and the cold
wet tissue origami bunny in my palm
you leap a pool of scrabble tiles floating
spelling out unwelcome, but you
smile at me unexpectedly and
bobbing wooden tiles don't have
letters only lines with which to read
these unexpected explorations of a
wake up
surreal dreams