MoMA i cannot give my children
away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes — flatSURFACES making
tears |/and\| resurgence of

ways i have died. ‘ Simply ‘ is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;

ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear. We only
have each other and my heart

aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

*

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::