mosquitoes bite my arms
and arms and background.
my blood is sweeter than yours.
forgiveness is in my blood.
and it is sweet.
friendship is sour.
nights are hours.
indeed.
tonight was filled with hours.
and a mess.
because I somehow neglected to shut the freezer door all the way.
and all the pop-sycles melted.
helluva thing to happen.
in summer.
times.
oh well.
forget about it.
that's what we are good at.
forgetting.
cracking knuckles.
bodegas and slashes.
I.
sometimes.
want.
to.
hit.
delete.
time machines exist but not in the truist sense.
take care, alphabet.
take me with the key.
fragile are we.
fuck it.