was it a mistake
how big
to think that it was the moon
but it was a cookie
my recipe includes
7 strawberries
11 years
3 porches
and two fires
I was topless and they took my sight
they say we’ll need you to die before Thursday
hope that works for you
we’ll need the room
don’t assume you’ll know who’ll make it to spring
adored or unseen
wear your sunblock
skip rocks
risk your soul
we know nothing