paper mountains

torn clouds and paper mountains
and my head won't tilt back far enough
my arms will never be strong enough
or long enough
to reach the things I want to hold

Roman bones,
a body that is sun-colored
with skin too hot to touch
sweaty bed, fever face
tracing lines with your fingers
trying to find a place
where I will let you in

September

dear internet,

hi, this is me when puberty was fun and cool.

today I maybe found weed in the woods. also we found someone's pet that they had buried but only the collar and some bones and a toy were left. I think it was a cat or a tiny dog.

ali read my fortune: September, denigration, sexual inadequacy, sties, hallucinations, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling sickness, an obstacle, forced restraint, aberrations, catarrh. I think it's pretty accurate.

xo, pray pray pray