you can always tell when someone is british when they say some weird shit like grey or favourite
actually it’s kinda cool and classy like if i had red lipstick on i would smoke a cigarette and say my favourite color is grey
in a few weeks i’ll be hours away being mysterious in a city that doesn’t know me but for now i’m in my hometown grocery store anxiously struggling to use apple pay as the cashier rings up my third package of pillsbury snowmen cookies
flannels and polaroids and caesar salads
crying in my shower to musical ballads
i never learned how to ride a bike or swim
but i’d take your ass down in a battle of wits