found language

borrowed words from vintage postcards

rotten peaches

so many dreams and not one troubles your sleep

unrequited love letter to a stranger

doused in rum and ginger ale

cemetery musing

who will explain this?

misty freak

still i exhale

once i slept for 8 weeks

wait game

apricots

jeez, my heart does

barren and crooked

good talk, good talk

rustle the corners

like you can feel it

call me Cure

in full vibrance