three

nothing changed

i've still got a handful of disconnected numbers, a mouthful of lust filled praises, earrings like a rococo medallion

i am just less ..less what i was, more so a tabby picking meat off chicken bones in the space between houses with unlisted addresses.

houses not home.



i do not write of this, because it is so fucking sad to think of.



homelessness over homeliness that is.