drug dealing my awkward
silences for detailed eyelashes
and we are still sleeping;
cure me with your cloudy
palms. birds feathering our
remorse and we believe in
our rooted chakras once again.
pardon my alive as i enter
this darkened sunrise.
invisible lined protection
after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...
