ammarahit’s raining in june and it makes me hate you hate your tearstained cheeks and engraved umbrella a stupid gift from your grandma but you got me one too the way water rolls down my window in rivulets that know to imitate the patterns they made down the glass of the Chevy with […]
she knew i hated jukeboxes but she bought me one anyway let the radio run and filled the silence like a fridge’s steady thrum she’d sing while sudzing and argued in the shower her reflection holding its own she’d buy those obnoxious poppers the ones that spewed fetti’ bits and bursts of […]
our best conversations happen with my cheek pressed to your chest and your listening ear against a pillow it’s damp from my tears but you wouldn’t know it dried overnight and you were busy there’s cut flowers in a nearby vase i picked platonic tulips that add rosy hues to your beiges and […]