a bed running rampant.
a ticking mouth, wandering.
and like that, you know?
geese actually sound like rubber ducks.
longing comes carrying a shovel for its burial.
time is horizontal money.
dear saturday, you’re my favourite.
one is a refugee for two years.
the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.the magpies hop through the veranda door, eat the candle wax, steal everything.