head over heels

We sat
together
in a cardboard cutout of a
spaceship
painted grey
because they had
run out of silver
we drank lemonade and
ate freeze dried ice cream
and stopped caring
about
clocks
because they existed
in the universe we
had left.

because here
they couldn't
scare us into
rushing

into catching up
when we had already been
left behind

because here
in our cardboard
spaceship
we could talk
all we wanted
swallowing the
silence with our voices.

hold your breath

at 8:26 p.m.
the living room is
drenched in
lilac light

and if you hold your breath long enough
without crying
you too can
turn a shade lighter
than lavender

it's too late to
be lime light

but sometimes
when the skies are purple
I imagine they are mountains


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it looks like art, sound like art, must be ... art?

Dream a little dream of me - Louis Armstrong
Candles- daughter

xx miss you guys, am I slow or what? how is the light where you are

spagettioes

Alphabet soup
doesn't sound
like poetry

It doesnt
make
people
want to play the guitar

or dance in the rain
with rain boots you found in
a pocket
upstairs

I'll admit
it does make me
thirsty for orange juice
because they don't sell
living water
here

but if
you
find yourself looking for
letters
not words
we've got a can of it
in the pantry

xx nothing better than a good ol' can of abstract soup