I love with my teeth
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I love with my teeth
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when I say "happy summer solstice," I do not mean staged poolside photoshoots or passionfruit margaritas. I mean may you always find your way back to the fire. I mean the nostalgia is warm to the touch and I want you to jump in and play mermaids with us. I know spring's softness sharpened to something harder and hotter, but just think what you can forge in the flame. Think of all the fruits your friends will cut into. When I say "happy summer solstice", I mean may it all become clear in the wake of the salt ocean-kissed to your skin. I mean you are deserving of all the light the year's longest day has to give, and then some.
linda gregg “new york address” 1985
the doctor says i should ask the angels to sit with me and i trust her because her eyeshadow is creased. i float down the sidewalk and there are no ballerinas anywhere. still, i want them in the sentence and so i invite them, and now here they are. the record travels twenty years into the future and kisses me right on the lips in the rain. the clouds part, the day breaks, the ground spins. i pull the eyelash out of my mouth because i can't keep the wishes down. you kindly suggest i might steady my breathing but the air in my lungs is a precious commodity. i am stockpiling it. i am saving it. i will need it very shortly because i have something to scream.
Slip dress with a poem I wrote about my rabbit sewn on
it's official - this post got big enough that i've seen it shared uncredited on instagram, pinterest, and twitter <3
instagram user wanderinglightbox asked me to write a series of prompts, but even that turned into its own poem [x]
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