I warm my secrets with a paper clip
Call it a body
A five dollar bill
A barefoot in the kitchen kind of party
Of course I know it�s gonna snow
Until your teeth get quiet
The donuts
Sweet and drowned
You�re all midnight and ash
Let�s get away someplace
Star heavy and dirt
I�ll pack my plastic bag
A note that says
I aint gonna fuck like that no more
I think you could be a soft bird
UNITITLED
by Carina Gia Farrero