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

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)


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