#sleep theorem

[mortalpractice]

Friendship is a place of rest. Sometimes sleep. What’s it look like to thrive in states of crisis? We body striation. We body overlap. Impossible friendships  at the  tip   tip  tipping point of melting.

Friendship is so romantic.

i am broken i am not you are broken no you aren’t

Please—

hold me in your arms through raven dark. We close our eyes to keep them

little spoon    big ladle    your tender arms    hold me

— xtian w, from “sleep theorem,” published in Apogee Journal