sunshine thick on my shoulders already
fresh tears to that damn song again.
Gigi nosing at snails like they’re going steady
I watch their soft-silver trails with envy.
underwear creeping up one cheek,
Gigi pulling on the leash,
the smell of mint picking up on the breeze.
juice from pineapple
dripping down, down my chin,
thinking about your sheepish grin.
a text from a girl: i miss you, friend.
jawline flushed
from another pour,
thumb in my mouth
when my heart gets sore.
angry Capricorn full moon
shows me an unsafe face
swimming in Cancer’s lagoon
rolling her eyes at my mistakes.
cookie dough butter
on sourdough toast—
half-joking, half-hoping,
replaying the parts
that make me feel the most.
(Daily Writing 067)
Thoughts?