water bottle turtle feet
self-sufficient gutter mouths
stop listening to imaginary masters
she’s swaying her hips
feelin’ mighty proud
licking her guts poison nurture
they’re talking instagram filters
all familiar
water sit rest
reassurance
she asks to take the bra off
she tickles her words something unnatural
this first place pleasure box
eyes wide
nothing but fear for you
pulverize the window
eat the simple fetus
kiss the edgy tortoise and come
i’m giving her a sweet smile for a slight second
lumber bash
twisted keynotes home before ten
pine nuts
she’s looking some kind of summertime pretty
and she some kind of knows it
and feels it
through kiwi pant legs and tender gourds
stop listening to imaginary masters
stop sticking the clippers in his holes
licking his chest
biting his bookshelf
she keeps cutting papers
she’ll just be a second
she second guesses a second
water
chapstick
she’s missing things
we’re missing her
smack
swallow
she can’t see her scars
everyone is backwalled defensive
the boss of my pillows is watching me masturbate
ageless woodstones
i’m rotting in a fucking flower
she wrote
i’m thinking about if i have a southern accent
if i care
half my body in this
cold tits
sliced lunchmeat
the chunky remains of a hologram hand job