i imagine you running through the strawberry fields
you, there stand dressed in white
twirling and barefoot

won't you let our bones sink?
sink and bend into each other


your eyelashes abandon me drowning

reading junky by william s. burroughs makes me want to be a pothead?

-pills keep multiplying
-i wake up with dream scratches
-my car is full of dead plants
-schoolwork is apparently impossible
-scottish cigarettes are nice

ps. my mom was right