but I never know what to say.
I am not a smart artist.
but I can be good and gold.
if you let me.
don't let the past.
be my skin.
because be the cause.
my evil can't trace it.
I am windless words.
that just want to talk to you.
witnesses that just want.
be on the face.
I have never been so certain.
of curtains in my life.
Googled you yesterday.
and want to drip into it.
text your mom.
and call it an air-conditioned day.
the fucking poetry club earns the night.
I read to the coffee and nothing most.
it's a kick charade.
now the wet waitress says I have to go.
and I agree.
but she doesn't know.
how much I love her.
and her.