i keep hoping you'll just show up,
and validate me like a parking ticket.
spent a few minutes flipping through books and reading excerpts to each other - i really liked that.
i spent a few minutes in the pizza restaurant bathroom, cleaning herbs out of my crooked teeth with my belt.
at my best, im a small pool, at my worst a sandbox
at best, an afternoon. at worst, an eyesore
comparing nerve endings, impatient for connections,
at nausea.
neon white and the struggle of the tangle