Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
can neither be created
That means, we are all
exactly the same age.
That also means – we both
saw the same psychic
(the one who said, “You
have been here
since the very beginning.”).
to a room
full of arrogant “old souls” in juvenile clothes
blow the cake off your candles
and the starving off the words that are stuck to your throat.
Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.
well behaved women rarely make history but neither do boring teenage girls who do nothing but party so you’re in a bit of a pickle there champ
If a day goes by without someone on the Laura Marling tag excitedly making the Laura/Charlie “hold my hand as I’m lowered” connection, thinking they were the first one…
…does it exist?