This is for you, and you know it
This one’s for the time I saw you and the earth spun smoother. Please sit here for now, for a little while? This grey dove, this push and shove oh spill this slippery slope. Oh the dark twill, the rough weave. This grey is something huckleberry now, a scrape of sugar — for ok’s and oh no’s and oh home on the range. The two blades will find it — the minds will mine it: Cut this paper, where...
Teachers of subjects that this person wasn’t even good at are kissing this...– Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
Business as Usual
Hey starsine! Tell me your pretty little story, I want those words over words over words. Be honest! Curve this way with me, crest over what was. In good time, we’ll be there. This promise! Listen close, breathe deep, you’re jumping back this’a way. Oh something back this way.