january
waylon in the kitchen
pancakes
the pain of a tattoo gun on ribs
coffee
orgasms
house music in a warm car
the way an
orangequat
can kind of
numb your
mouth
attempting to feel
anything even if it’s
of the nothing variety
fantasy
you feed
me straw
berries
off a knife
alabama summer
some days i feel
like kudzu—beautiful
but terrorizing
everything i touch
untitled
a little
grief
that you
can’t
tell anyone
about
because
you shouldn’t
be feeling
it at all
untitled 2
depression is
a tiny room
full of people
that don’t
believe you
psychopath
trying not to feel
jealous feels
like drowning
in shallow water
with a very large
crowd all cheering
for you to die
