june 1st, 2025
1:32 pm :
things i dislike: looking away from a movie and missing something, people who chew with their mouths open, someone pointing out mismatched socks
june 3rd, 2025
9:05 am :
pickpocketed skin is bruised along the fray of jean shorts
cracked dirty fingernails fumbling for connection
i plead silently that to grimace is to murmur
2:03 pm :
don’t forget headphones on kitchen counter / diet coke ?
june 4th, 2025
2:24 am :
fuck i totally like him.
fuck.
4:05 pm :
black bird - The Beatles
how many scribbles of poetry are written in ink under our tongues?
8:03 pm :
Perhaps it’s in my namePerhaps perhaps perhaps
I have been sown into an envy betrothed in my bloodline that is inscribed underneath the skin of my palms
My love line and life line are crooked and fractured
Perhaps I was never that good and never that great
Perhaps I was once but have lost my shadow and patient spirit with stars and lightly scrapes and whispers
Perhaps perhaps perhaps
I am standing at a crossroad
12:41 am :
I cracked my tooth on a pomegranate seed
I was shocked when the bittersweet juice cut into my tongue
And it whispered you never loved me enough
I thought I had shown it enough care when I ached to sow it into soil
Dirt under my fingernails as the sun burned my neck
Telling me it isn’t worth it in the end
Maybe there is something to say about unburdened scars
But I am still sitting in the kitchen
With my open mouth hanging out
The blood and juice dripping down my chin
My eyes angled towards the setting of the sun
