one sugar cube
But you treat me like a collapsible chair! A chair you slump onto when there's no softer one.
I disappointed Michael J. Fox last night in a dream because I don’t miss Spin City more.
I’m alone on that quiet stretch of road today / hitting pause on a Julien Baker song
At the Frick, the Fragonards and silence / Offer at least a modicum of solace.
On a balcony high above the glittering lights of the City, drinking a martini and flirting with the cool kids
Where eyelids are orange peels / And the sunlight throws / fuzzy, fizzy orange and yellow starbursts