love language? citrus surgery

this summer… the woods bite back

broke but brewed and bougie

eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

I save my rage for printer errors and tangled earphones

Insert pacifier to enter sleep mode

Roaring through the glass ceiling

gently sobs in millennial

asked for comfort, got a studio apartment

talent: under construction, batteries not included

guess i’m moisturized for eternity now

he said he was making ‘cloud armor’

someone get this man a gummy!

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