my fingernails keep falling out
always in public
mid conversation
hitting eyebrows and falling in glasses
all kinds of porridge
graduated tender
city streets
twinkle toes on knotty pine
munchin’ on horse piss
pony boys
dancing on our heads
ding dong
can i put your things in a bag
can i start over new with you
romance in a mason jar
loose ends tied by happyfeet and regret
a magnet tickling my soul
nostalgic smells
pinhole sized fuck ups
thinking about tomato soup and puking
fridge full of cactus cooler
hung like 67 horses in the meat packing district