animals

people are sometimesvultures and i'm a maybesparrow

you leave fox footprints behind you when you walk, slant your eyes in the sunshine

i hate those zebra stripes and leopard spots, the way they camouflage before i can catch them with fish hooks and butterfly nets. now i've got asymetrical scars on the back of my hand, the shape of orion and all the nameless constellations cut into me like i'm made of wood and nails

but then things get quiet and gregory and the hawk is playing and im not really sorry and the sun wallpapers my room and i sleep on my floor and the brick wall is painted blue and i remember everything is still laughable and i like the way you smell and when we build fires and lie on your rug and i tell you ill miss you and you tell me you'll miss me more than anything else except we dont say these things in words, we write them in heiroglyphics on eachothers skin and i like gross men in wife beaters who hit on you just to make you laugh and rose bushes and stray dogs with enormous ears and the dark and the sound of rain on your roof and knowing that things will be okay i just need to remember how to fall asleep. and i like sunset rubdown really a lot and i still like introspective boys who send me 45049494 word messages and this weekend and maybe i could have wings made of kites

i need to dye my hair black and paint my fingernails and remember that im always what i want to be if i want it in the right way

i also like paisley and passing tests and waking up in the morning when you dont really have to get out of bed and sushi and sometimes talking to your mother about things because sometimes mothers know their shit

and i like teeter totters and cups of coffee in the pouring rain without umbrellas

i like looking forward to things and the seconds right before the bell rings and crayon colours and hair that needs cutting

ahhhhh

i think i could start to love everything again because we all know i believe in love