All the things i don't know.

picture by my man, isnt he talented as f**k?

How do I eat the orange peel on the table? a river of legs, perhaps,
the dangling silver from your smile. Always.
How do i eat the roots spreading in the bathroom floor? The casual slip of money, sometimes,
a love letter. Always.

We ask how and why and that is what i do. I eat the apples blooming in your cheeks, cremate my heart for 5 days, it is how,

how do i drink your eyes?
You handle this as a bird and tell me
"it's not who, its how" and now and now and now, the slip of orange peel,
the silver, not how i feel,
my heart- the ash you slipped into, pulled over your head as covers, kissed me until i fell asleep.

Author's Note

This is for the methodical people out there, because its a shame im not ha.

ps. i really dig life.

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

Im sorry. I feel stupid but i didnt understand it lol.I lvoed the picture