“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
queer fantasy author and poet
“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
There’s pretzels outside. Dipped in clear chocolate, hanging low over creaking snow. The crunchy candy’s layered thick, inviting a thirsty lick, a cold touch crackles it breaks the pretzel salt on the sidewalk sprinkled for freshly baked branches.
My heart’s like a laptop, I’ve got apps going on across the sides, and windows open, my emotions change like the wind and my thoughts, my busy day come and go like switching tabs; but the backdrop behind it all should look something like happiness. Yeah? Maybe I was expecting too much, or comparing myselfContinue reading “Like Happiness. Yeah?”