loose ends forever

11.05.2025

something infectious about this heart

of hearts. to know it is sweet & lazy, eggs sunny-side up & guilty

laughter prologuing the obligatory shake of a head

to love is to contract.

something that is at least chronic, and may be permanent but i’m leaning

towards temporary (temporarily).

copper wires that voice box, the muscles of that face, those tear ducts straight

down to my heart. this is uncharted territory

prologuing, prolonging, wondering if i’ll see our epilogue; wondering if i’ll always want one.

knowing that this pencil has far less to do with them than with me; writing with it anyways.