|An aspiring writer, well fed artist, professional procrastinator, and occasional vandal from the Chicago suburbs.|
I haven’t been home in nearly two weeks.
My new lover has a fridge full of beer
and can almost make jollof rice
also the sex is good
and we are falling into something we will soon mistake for love
‘home’ is a problem. There are the bills and there
are the mice
there is that feeling you get
when you catch up with yourself.
my little sister officially turned 10 yesterday and because i’m in another state i couldn’t see her so...
if ur looking for me i’ll be in the trash
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the...