my mother is a good mother

river run that shit down the drain

these aches of rhythm in the slap of the feet on the ground, on the water
it hits my heel
flicked to a flock
all this yearning can be found in a single drop of rain or remembering to look up when the sun hits your eyes
all the jangly things
and i never want to drink
am i beautiful? or just nourishment?
am i rich? or just sullen...

i'd like to plant some seeds today
i'd buy seeds
i'd buy seeds
and black tea

experiments.



let's do an experiment.