it’s a breezy little place, breezy only in weather with the tumbleweeds and shaking trees because the people are so staunch and unwavering. the few streets are tangled, possibly mussed by the wind, but also messy […]
i am locked in space,
living a squiggly, relentless,
it is stupid that i am in such a sticky,
sickly sweet place.
we let go,
set this down (forcefully:
it’s not easy to put this away without intention).
it fractured, we fractured,
you broke up with me
but i had dropped us long before.
he was a hot furnace,
burning with energy and burning time and energy
to stay so;
self-destructive and self-creating,