we are weak knees and trembling fingers
the flicker on cinema screens
snooze buttons and the last slice of birthday cake
whispered secrets and the curved peels of summer oranges
take my hand and we’ll run
we are a sometimes
we are a maybe
but i wouldn’t choose another
weekend with the bests.
guys i made a friend at school
are you proud of me
today: snowcones in the rain, mcdonalds, butterscotch sundae cones, and ina getting her arm stuck in a railing.
I am tired and tired and tired.
I just want a hug but I don’t know how to ask for one.