I’m in so deep girl, probably cause you’re empty
Lovers. Evening (1910), Konstantin Somov / Lost, Chance The Rapper ft. Noname Gypsy
sonnenizio on a line from Jean Cassou
If I drink at your sky it is because
I fold into a paper doll. Thirst is second
nature to me. Items, like xeroxed copies
of Apollinaire’s secret poems and an eyeliner
I’ve fished from the lake, replace
the ivory keys missing on the piano.
Grass in my hair…
Some days, I really, really, really love the internet.