fire flies
how was your night? tonight i looked out my window and thought of all the moments i couldn't have. why? oh i don't know. i reposition my eyes and shape my mouth down further. then, i let them slide back into shape and i like what i see. words in the sky, colour lights, a glow potion, my pout to the ground. it hangs low and heavy, a full, silent droop. it comes up slow to smirk once or twice but every time it forgets to stand tall and strong it drops to my chin and my posture is round, i think my shape is circles, i was a sketchy youthful draft. it would make sense how i have been in love with triangle boys and men, then, since the eighth grade in my earliest creation. i dream of their elbows and collar bones and crooked faces and arms that are branches and pyramid eyes, and a diamond hip and ill posture with tooth shaped nail beds that kill people.



steve mcqueen and peter pan were both triangles. i would love them for sure. i think all girls are circles is the problem. real stupid, we just sigh and stare, crazy crazy girls...