
I’m the random minor note
you hear in major songs.

I don’t give a fuck if I’m the
only one who “likes” that^^^



I’m a sapiosexual
and I like to
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
talk.
the
flowers bloomed months
ago
and
now the branches
hang
with
Autumn’s
fire
fire
fire
fire
firefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
fire
i
love
lucy
666
My
work
ethic
ethic
is
second
to
none
none
Talking
through
a tin can.
You
know a
knock
out.
I’m a
people lover.
She speaks like the wind.
She howls at the moon.
She runs like the sun in the winter.
And I identify with the wind.
With the slipperniess of its edges.
With the impossibilty of its existence.
And yet here we are.
With the slipperniess of its edges.
With the impossibilty of its existence.
And yet here we are.
Lorna Simpson speaks about
the slipperiness of language.
I have plants that almost outlived me.