your tilted smile close to my face
works better than an instant wipe of my memory.
climbing out from under this feeling of youth
or whimsy
my phone lights up, shouts your name
it tickles the tips of my tongue
and when my taste buds can’t take it anymore:
word vomit.
instantly, you’re in on the secret
the vulnerability
feel it like goosebumps or a scab
real time is no film and i’ve lost my rewind button
the show must go on?
current obsession
how could i love you less, now that i know you more?
said the whale
