✖ keeping it weird and whimsical somewhere in New Jersey
✖ 'Driftwood' is this poetry collection I wrote, read it if you want
✖ currently writing fantasy
had a blast writing this poem for @citizenM in honor of World Poetry Day. I can't stop watching how they made my words come to life. Happy WPD everyone!
My brain instantly shrinks + forgets numbers when ppl start talking about the square footage of things.
"So how many square ft. would you say this house/garage/spoon/idgaf is?"
Idk Kyle, but my interest in this conversation measured in square feet is a hard zero.
A lady just came up to me and said “Speak English, we are in San Diego.” So I politely responded by asking her “how do I say ‘San Diego’ in English?” The look of bewilderment on her face made it feel like a Friday.
your garden is all spine and no heart / because / the night hour is what happens / when you paint a room yellow / and then call it light
#poem https://t.co/FwDO9PanGP
What do you call it when there is an obligatory person in your life who is so overbearing that when you see they text you, your immediate response is to pick up the phone and scream "NOOOOOOOO" at it before even reading the message?
Asking for a friend (: