crawl into bed with you
tangle under the sheets
my legs are paper cut outs
your body writhes in heat
the air is cool
a fluff suspended in space
take me to that restaurant we like to go to.
its so ugly outside
i can see the top of a tree
clap clap clap
mueller lyer illusion
do you believe what you hear or what you see
sitting next to someone i cant stand
surrounded by people who are stupid
where are we
i know ill never feel that wrenching heat
of knowing that we understand each other
in the way that only two people can make each other
see that theyre all thats important
but does that mean that we still exist somewhere
where do the little things end up
a note i have in my wallet
between amsterdam and columbus
cheap italian food
