blueberry pine

I'd settle for cummerbunds and mismatched silver
peaches fit in your pocket as you
try to keep your face unmoved


not our mothers
yet seeing their point of view

afraid to do more than pay the rent

till its gone
and its okay
to just do as you will

its like all of a sudden
no one cares any more
and its so good

to dye in the grain

a kamikaze ideal built on paper thin flack
don't make the music sweeter, honey
just makes it harder to come back

suzann gage

cotton panty plath

Edvard Munch, Woman in Three Stages, 1899

my anima

e.e. cummings