an early morning song
taps on the window in the fog
we can't see past the dense skyline
but i don't care cause tonight you're all mine

sandpaper eyes
the stars all cry
in harmony
i'm sleepy
and if i don't find a bed soon
i'll curl up neatly under the moon
and allow her to sing me
to sleep and dream of you

that’s a mighty long neck bottle
fits just right in my hand
feels better going down
to the sound of the house band

if i had a nickel
i’d buy a real fancy car
for every night i spent drinking lonely at a bar

the flood i drank has washed away
everyone i’ve ever loved
i catalogued everything you say
and i replay it when i’m drunk

if i had a nickel
i’d buy a real fancy car
for every night i spent staring lonely at the stars

the roman numeral balloons
will soon deflate to meet the floor
of our home and soon you’ll consume
all of me and continue to beg for more
i felt like life would flourish in my skin
your favorite flora in my veins, intertwined
i never think about the end when i begin
but at least sunflowers leave seeds when they
die.

feeling amazing
i graze upon
seeking saline
and saying
out loud
the things i’ve lost
redirecting the pain i felt
the insane i was dealt
matriarchal reign
my adolescent hell
i descend as i dwell
i wish the memories erased
and well, i am still presented
with a text and facetime call
each week, wishing me well