What I Could Not Salvage From My Childhood Home.
Ashes from the slow burn on the old couch in the
basement and a few repeated no’s after
he set my bed on fire.
I don’t care about your dumb
hypnotic sunglasses and
your steel stare
just know that I do the
things that I do because
I love the feel of crisp
air after the sun
left its mark...
Because tonight 3 people bought me PBRs - all at once.
you should smile for drivers’ licence photos
hello. my hands creaked without wind or caffeine but i promised my travels i won’t write of them until shimmers stale. i broke a promise, friend. i bent my hands for daylight and...
I walked them down oranges/ don’t blame figs/ for me/ teeth bare/ to leave/ hooks/ and I bare knots/ I once listened/ but I was fastened/ to snails
By yama bato