shortened are the number of times I will speak to my father alive the days I can just goof off and no one cares
The last time I left your house I saw a moth on the black skin of a puddle, ruining herself on the moon’s reflection. Dear sphinx hawkmoth
It’s hard to know which of us began to wear our shoes in the apartment, but one of us did—one of us, then the other. First it was just in the kitchen, but soon there were tracks in the bedroom, bathroom, living room, everywhere. Old...
Keywords: g-house, booty house, juke, percolator, bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet
