land among the stars

                              but the stars are falling     Westborough State Hospital (psychiatric hospital) 1848 – 2010          

the old couple

            two old souls hanging out ragged around the edges perfectly comfortable        


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

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            


      I once suggested she have a good cry she said “I’m afraid if I start I’ll never be able to stop”