After a fire, pine cones release their seeds into the surrounding wilderness.
After surviving a personal tragedy, epiphany or extremity, people often participate in multiple sexual relationships and/or one night stands.
What hell-fire have are you in, eh?
What furnace did I step out of?
Am i still in it?
I [pain] wake up and proceed to
[pain] slowly swing
my left hip [pain]
out of bed and
[pain] onto the floor.
I close my eyes.
There’s nothing like spring sleet. Rain. Whatever.
What do rain and this relationship have in common? They’re both momentary.
“Stop smelling yourself.”
I’m smelling the rain. Delicious.
Cookies and cream delicious.
“I could eat that up.”
“You don’t even know what she tastes like, and she will flavor your entire night.”
I’m not a puddle to be splashed through. I am single raindrop, colliding with memories of past dews, falling upon black pavement- my home for a minute- only to be evaporated again.
You cannot capture the rain.
Even if I surrender, you’ll abandon me.
Just don’t forget me.
If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?
Dear girl above me,
Please stop masturbating so loudly.
an empathetic ear