The moon is a cheeseball, Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs
The fruits rot on the table, a still life of my neglect. It’s a familiar scene between me and my unwashed teacups. But today, I wash the fruits. It is one of those days when exhaustion outweighs hunger, when the thought of speaking to the delivery man feels like an unbearable intimacy.
For all that melts in this month of fallen petals rising, you’re a paperclip, hanging on the edge of my bookshelf, bent into a heart.
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
The moon is a cheeseball, Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs
The fruits rot on the table, a still life of my neglect. It’s a familiar scene between me and my unwashed teacups. But today, I wash the fruits. It is one of those days when exhaustion outweighs hunger, when the thought of speaking to the delivery man feels like an unbearable intimacy.
For all that melts in this month of fallen petals rising, you’re a paperclip, hanging on the edge of my bookshelf, bent into a heart.
Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
