01/14/17 (jabberwocky)

hearts electro-popping, we got Plath and milkshakes, dancing through harpsichord tunes with our eyes tightly closed --hearts electro-popping; we spinned through jazz after jazz, pizza after pizza, smoke after smoke, Ginsberg after Pope after Whitman, the words and blues howled in our veins under the footbridges where we lulled ourselves, while conversing with space, fingers entwined, …

01/05/17 (M)

you are the screaming red lipstick that stains my midnight reveries; the beautiful monster with eyes like the universe and the sonorous voice that leaves my feet cold, my hands shaky, and my heart beating, hard and loud and fast in my chest throwing me into the madness and whirlpool of cries and smiles and …