New York
subway
taking a stab at it
the boyfriend thing
all sorts of seemingly
insurmountable issues
stick to the story of butter
flies work on new genres
hush
and what
35 minutes of pottery
flag of wharf
hand cramp
I take my time on
convincing love that it is
no doubt
a fish in the Kenneth Cole
I sort of flutter around
seeking anti-
solace
when I stab the boyfriend
in New York subway a new
genre emerges
I am convinced you sorcerer
seemingly buttered hushes like
unstable
untrue
catalyst
