dirt verse

they remind me of the future their wrinkles and movements and memories I love how the past follows them in the door, and then back out again and how I get to flip through them picture by picture

he held the bottom of my long hair between two fingers, one finger grazing my skin just above my jeans he said, cut it

you said, in a car, in that parking lot, with your sister looking at me like I was a piece of shit, with that look in your eye, I was just a kid, and you were so mean, you said that "life is not the big blue sky and flowers you think it is, stupid, little girl". above it all, disgusted, bitter. that thing you said was wasted on me because I've never looked up at the sky without looking down first and I can kill a flower with only my fucked up energy, just for the record.

my new girlfriend on my patio flicking her cigarette and waving her smoke away but I don't care because I'm laughing at her or with her and she seems to be the only person who will actually speak to me these days besides my lovely love and she always has something to say and it's never all that positive but she puts it into a lovely package with her doe-eyes and her heart-shaped mouth and she is a total boy but she likes fish nets and she loves to smoke and drink coffee with me and she loves the number 6