love in opposing corners
a traffic circle
Nora's fancy earring
pacing around/you’re loving me
eating off the wooden spoon because
I'm grown and the huge
moon tonight
my phone lighting up inside
the glove compartment while
I'm Inside writing from paint chips
Curiosity, Untamed, Liquid Gold
B actually smelling them for her poem
like a McDonald's bathroom she says
they all sound like nothing though
my back falling down
out of love?
in the nook w/ the music
to fall in love and stay in it
love/bread medievally basic
fundamentally speaking the crack
there has me loose seeking a unique
not-ok, for the in between, she wrote
to all of us and probably the person behind me
