i hav a crush, like, i’ve never felt this way b4.
he presence coils around me. i’ve never wanted.
this radiant, shining star popped out from behind a red solo cup (i know) & my brain is aching.
stop telling me i’m cute.
i don’t want to be cute.
i want you to pick apart my brain
like orangutans picking lice
off each other’s backs in
salty peanuts crunch
between my molars.
she was dead.
smearing my thoughts