Last night my best friend confessed his love for me
I cracked a stone smile and pointed at an estuary
Growing up
my mother couldn’t grow her own love
instead she gave her limpid bod
hid the pieces in our rice bowls
stuffing our angled mouths
Goya's Son in role-reversal
we took turns devouring
if I love you now would you roll your eyes at me?
if I love you now could you take it?
Sing for you? I’m dying of thirst
too jungled up inside to pass for a desert
you told me that I choose this way
that a pen won't save me, 真倒霉！
quaternion family unit—what an unlucky tetralogy!
To reply you need to sign in.