persuasion

i take a hit of my friend’s poly girlfriend’s vape pen and wander the city in a tiered dress like a ghost lost in the moors, skirt sticking to my skin like honey

why is it always the old world who is afforded agony?

humidity like focaccia dough, yeasty and elastic

i want to light candles while taking a bath in a wallpapered bathroom but it’s too hot and my tub doesn’t have a drain stopper

how lucky i am to be anchored by all those who love me

i’d like to see chat gpt come up with poetry as unhinged as mine, impart the ache of editing instead of writing

we get to see the not so pretty parts of each other and i think that’s beautiful, actually