of recent

losing a friend
not having a ride
self-absorbed
baking things to make the air smell better
hurrying and waiting
talking to jilda
where is my line
should i stay
and wait for your letter
you don't know me anymore
hollow sirens
severe faced witch
i left our topless pumpkins out in the rain, surely they have rotted
we will just have to make new ones

i hope that black lipstick is made out of something toxic

we are one step closer to an aids vaccine but i still write about microbials