Anima
what’s heavier than
the human anima? i
don’t know if i’ve got
a soul, but when i think
about you something
just resonates— like our
frequencies appropriate
each other.
writings
lost, in thought
i worry my bottom lip
when i think about you.
double trouble
they wear the same type of clothes
and the same type of cologne,
and I need them both like
my tender heart needs to be left alone
when they get up close,
not a single tear in sight—
I need them more than I can say:
like butterflies to light.