Last 3 letters of the spring

Don’t wanna talk to a specialist.

Got you some books

because I don’t fuck people who never read 

I said

smart people are hot

also 

commitment 

Had I burnt the bridge with myself on it? Leaving behind my right shin imprinted on your right shoulder kiss the traces of hope I’ve been stepping on stark naked, what’s given would have stayed

what’s taken would have never lingered – still afraid 

of heights, grounding really, looking down, can’t see a thing 

You get some perspective, he said. Indeed. What the heck do I know about skyscrapers? 

I am a small-town girl; I dream little, or nothing at all

As a kid

would draw sun rays on my wallpaper;

They covered them with an old-ass pungent wardrobe.

Chain yourself to a stone, or perhaps, a tree, yes, a tree with yellow

dark-orange-heart-shaped marks of 

withdrawal

They say it hits you harder than lightning, another fancy word for enlightenment. 

1 in a million kind of thing

hiding inside an apartment like an attic “j” (spelled as “i”) woke-ghost

It’s life or death with a forest mosquito 

failing miserably, I promise it’s gonna work!

How do I know when it’s really over? 

‘cause it’s never when you do the leaving

What if it’s still buzzing deep in my ear, murmuring sound –

displaying affection in public, they all wanna be us, do I even…

Harder next time – you know I am asking for it: lovey-dovey for freaks!

Don’t forget your keys, you weirdo.

You fix toys, not love.