and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...

you make everything seem like
it’s bad and planned...

i’m thinking about how
your name sounds safe...

there is something to be said
about the way you look when you're happy...

.
call me pluto...

you feel like home
warm tea...

a face i can never keep clean
five jalapeños...

never known how to write
of happy things...

my joints creak like window panes
green grass grows for...