poetry
Summer lewks leaked. Sunscreen is a conspiracy, cover up with a shirt or heavy layer of clay. I want to be a bird.
Humans have become meh.
Go lay down.
I want to read space operas with shopping and hair braiding and tea.
Life is maintenance. If you live with others make sure to balance the house contributions equitably. Make a plan! Index cards can help.
Sunday May 1, 2022