After every romantic entanglement, I open my little dirty sticky brick of a phone and begin a note titled “Things I want to send _____”. The lists get long very quickly because when I love someone I want to put them into the magic school bus and launch them through my ear hole straight into the center of my brain. I want them to sit in a hammock in my cerebrum- lay down close their eyes and understand the way the irrational was triggered by the sight and sound of something strange, something secret.
keeping lists
keeping lists
keeping lists
After every romantic entanglement, I open my little dirty sticky brick of a phone and begin a note titled “Things I want to send _____”. The lists get long very quickly because when I love someone I want to put them into the magic school bus and launch them through my ear hole straight into the center of my brain. I want them to sit in a hammock in my cerebrum- lay down close their eyes and understand the way the irrational was triggered by the sight and sound of something strange, something secret.