Dear God
Dear God, Thank you for haircuts and chicken and friends that stop by without texting you first For 4 a.m. […]
Dear God, Thank you for haircuts and chicken and friends that stop by without texting you first For 4 a.m. […]
Sometimes I sing a song for you in my head But I can never remember the words You make them
you left in a hurry. instead of a box of your cds or your jacket or a sock i hand
I am a thunderstorm of a girl. I’m all false vibrato. I’m an omen for the lightning yet to come.
My grandmother dreams of the ocean and chooses to waste her time with clementine cut flowers and crossword puzzles, brow
fly imagining garbage cans in its sleep time is a wall backwards and a freeway forwards