bapes and bebees
fruit by any other name
would sound as sweet
18 months
18 months
she pulls away
from her shadow
Underneath
underneath the bees blossom and us
the stone
the stone on the corner still too small
whirling dervish
dark side of the moon…
dark side of the moon
I forget how
to get back
milk break
milk break
white legs warmed
by the sun
