its 45 degrees
why am i
shivering?

its sunny
inside my daydream
why am i
quivering?

its lovely outside
why do i feel
so spiritual?

you're not
here to keep me
warm like the red
spot of jupiter

like the red spot
on your face after
i kissed your spirit
for the first time

i want to feel
again that way when
i saw that red spot
for the first time

in a long time
i never imagined
i could feel so
much for giving
so little of

"my time is very
precious stay the hell

away from me"  is where
you want to stay inside my daydream


its 45 degrees
why am i
shivering when you're

the only thing that keeps me
warm is my bedsheets

Please don't forget my name,
like I won't forget your lips.
An entire summer in that one kiss;
it's car rides, bed sheets and white blinds,
that I miss.

I still find myself
feeling your skin
in the spaces between
bed-sheet creases

and if
missing you is like
swerving into
oncoming traffic,
then tonight
I’m sleeping
in the road.

You know what I realized? How fantastic a thing realization is. Like, nothing particular or anything. Just, that moment when you kinda stop in your tracks for a second and go, "Huh. You know what?" Even the simple things are revelatory and what a great way to accidentally give yourself an unexpected better day. Wow, you know what? Today, I was keen enough and let my busy mind relax just enough to touch the universe again, and in that moment touch myself from the outside so that I remembered something I'd forgotten or before had never known. What is that, like the human singularity? Feels like it. QUICK, GRAB ON COMMANDER AND ALL YOU SPACE CASES. **** IT, GRAB ONTO THE WORLD BY THE ANT HAIRS! DIG YOUR FINGERS INTO THE GRASS! Let go and fall because you know it's better for your eventual grip on the state of matters in the laundry list you ordered with tasks representing your life. Am I better if I have one, I usually ask at the grocery store, to myself as I bag and then I get distracted by the sign for $3.99 pizza.