sugarwater

efiance in deep loneliness runoff that comes from rotten teeth devalue all our intimacy your dream boat is still incomplete glitter of all our history tastes like it lacks autonomy i will rendezvous with poetry get your bedroom eyes away from me your voice sounds just like a tangerine i am counting backwards from infinity i am counting backwards from infinity count backwards from infinity ---------- I turned away from my memory of you. You were too young to be so used. I hope you know I’m well on earth. I hope you’re comfy in the dirt. I am feeling antsy. If you moved to Mars would you still call me? I had known you only briefly, but we spent our time so sweetly. Now my life is really messy, I trained my brain for the hurt to lessen. But I go back to the memory of you, as soon as I had forgotten you. If you moved to Venus, would you still answer all my emails? It was really nice to visit ya, when you were in Pennsylvania.