I hope the rain falls where I land

you’re reading East of Eden the fruit you’re eating somehow still in season

i take a deep breath a crowd gathers and i join ‘em

mom dad, this is the girl who slid into my dms

grief walk

these are the hands that figured it out

active as an avalanche

our perfect Pangea

found out neighbor-crush was on the bachelor lol

thought i was Italian based on how much pasta i was served at home as a child

you were killed in a knife fight in a previous life says that birthmark on your left side

i’m having a Hispanic attack

gonna watch a lil playoff baseball on my phone at the chat pile show, as a treat

Who will love you if I don’t? Who will fuck you if I won’t?

i went on a bender on your birthday it was wonderful

use my carbon in a garden that grows

heavy like a headache

you’re a southern grocery store parking lot sunset

I love who you are I love who you ain’t

your crumbling infrastructure i once called home