scorp

draft of visiting family members

Life is a mess of stars. And I am the whole sky around me.

sometimes i wonder if there’s a point to even writing this

we have the capacity to fathom.

sorry.......................

writing is unseeing.

If all the unfathomable chances and stars didn’t drift into a straight line, like an airplane runway for me to take off into their heart.

I thought love was all in the shoulders. Hunched, preparing for the moment you will lunge at my neck. [...] Love and fear, as far as I knew, were the same scars.

The better I get, the more I yearn for what I cannot create.

Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.