she finds comfort in routine the ebb and flow the rhythm of  everyday even when it’s rough especially when it’s rough      


        she once made me a rag doll with a mop of yellow yarn hair          


          I’m a thief in the night undercover I steal secrets        


           (Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)        

dream on repeat

          I’m 16 I smell of Love’s Baby Soft and everything is pink and fresh and romantic like a love letter