limp — ha-ha \yea/
so, while watching reruns inside my hurting
brain i came across your (forgotten) starry name
grown within an honest garden )( a minute is a
day ; daze; confusion… somebody is obviously that
word of the day; Santa’s
helper dying within her
burning freezer ||EVER!||
so chance is a slice
of bleeding time
(my middle name)
uh hmm /yea/ uh hmm
— so a trillion gallons
of Merlot flow down the
deeply dug grooves
of my existence___oh well.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
