"Several people scramble for shelter, and the first big drops of rain strike the zinc of a lunchbox." -Nabokov

though barreling

shy, high up there in my aisle seat, sporting a neck brace like some bullshit scarlet letter

GET FREE

i kissed yr neck while you werent looking. surprise, party

i guess it's not easy in the 21st century. we've all all got this to deal with. we've all all begun to look around. maybe the girl you love leaves and though you don't know if you love her ever enough (as if that's a sign) you go out and seek, you dip like a return to oz, you wander and fall down behind a cafe, closed. and one day you welcome it in.

i kiss your knees as you go swimming, i count your shapes when they have gone. Maybe a deep desperate desperado want. i keep it. like i want to own it. you, as much un-ownable as any or ever. when when i guess. win win. work at eleven, oh! and how the old becomes new and you'd known it all along like a sour apple toothpick you once sold as a kid amongst the others back in seventh, half way finding a good way to be although constantly worried and vastly disoriented but we almost always are, i guess. the aurors, i mean. the tiny saviors who've got no place to be.

a new glimpse of the future, girl

where i'm kissing yr neck, laughing, and we get married wearing shades on the back of an elephant, paul simon waving with tears in his eyes from a hill nearby, A$AP rocky filming the whole thing for his new video as we disappear into the woods following the river where henri matisse was born

here i am

lord, ah, knocking at yr place of busi- ness