[the-prince-of-cups]

/G . O . N . E/

[thanatologia666]

[1000drawings]

by Brian Rea

[danger]

Studio Killers - jenny 

[heavensickness]

Third base is me telling you about my father

[hashtagloser]

Limes

I like my body best when it is tangled with yours

my mother’s quilt, a woven basket, three limes

the button on your shirt taps the bruise on my left thigh

softly, like a question.

In fourth grade I built a bridge out of popsicle sticks

one side of the garden to the other

twisted ankle, salt water on crushed green

it could not hold my weight

cut open the lime, suck on the flesh

your shirt thrown in the basket

I do not know how to answer so I close my eyes and listen.

a gentle rain soaks round shapes into the patchwork,

my grandma’s tattered blanket, my sister’s easter dress

my first kiss was with Billy by the dumpster

he told me I was beautiful so I let him touch my shoulders,

grip my wrists

white hot marks for two days

tongue on my teeth, sour

like limes

your curly hair lies flat against your cheek

here is the church, here is the steeple

here are your hands clasped around my neck

I never learned exactly what a prayer is

spit out the seeds,

chew the meat

and swallow.

[dailyrothko]

Daily Rothko Bonus

Museum Indentification Card for Untitled (Earth and Green)

[kindlecoverdisasters]

[artist-ernst]

[hashtagloser]

Limes

I like my body best when it is tangled with yours

my mother’s quilt, a woven basket, three limes

the button on your shirt taps the bruise on my left thigh

softly, like a question.

In fourth grade I built a bridge out of popsicle sticks

one side of the garden to the other

twisted ankle, salt water on crushed green

it could not hold my weight

cut open the lime, suck on the flesh

your shirt thrown in the basket

I do not know how to answer so I close my eyes and listen.

a gentle rain soaks round shapes into the patchwork,

my grandma’s tattered blanket, my sister’s easter dress

my first kiss was with Billy by the dumpster

he told me I was beautiful so I let him touch my shoulders,

grip my wrists

white hot marks for two days

tongue on my teeth, sour

like limes

your curly hair lies flat against your cheek

here is the church, here is the steeple

here are your hands clasped around my neck

I never learned exactly what a prayer is

spit out the seeds,

chew the meat

and swallow.

[snout]

ghost town (2017)

[hashtagloser]

[aloneinmycave]

[huthor]

Lanvin ss17

[notsofancyphotos-blog]

Saints//Rome

[popsicle-illusion]

playing around with shapes

[boykeats]