Yesterday turned out better than I even hoped for or expected.
Eventually I will end up without enough candles
to keep lighting a séance for the person I used to be
to come back home.
All the melting wax dripping from my bedroom walls
could fill a birthday cake three times over.
In my dreams, my mother shells lobsters and hangs…
"I’m so high I think I’m a cartwheel." Random guy on bike in Madison.