the unsuspecting hearts and the lilac queen
catch me late at night
both hands on a blunt
mismatched socks propped up on the porch
my back on the grass.
I watch the stars and think of her
when I get cold.
of love in pastels
and if I dreamt it.
sometimes I think I know just what to say,
but it hurts my head.
I think of her and I want to paint, so
I kick myself in the shins and
go inside.
PLUTO BLOOMING 