i am inertia
without a single flying
star; i am comet relieved
of thunderstorm desires. i am
hurt in your hurt i am
heat in your cold i am
flying in your rain wind
and fasting in your
thirst.
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...
