the taste’s bitter and yet it’s prettier than most things prettier than me, at least. whenever they’re not supposed to be sad, it’s like beer pouring out of a knocked-on tap unstoppable or relentless, u might say, inexorable, I would. My Inexorable Sadness -
poem for perfume (I think)
poem for perfume (I think)
poem for perfume (I think)
the taste’s bitter and yet it’s prettier than most things prettier than me, at least. whenever they’re not supposed to be sad, it’s like beer pouring out of a knocked-on tap unstoppable or relentless, u might say, inexorable, I would. My Inexorable Sadness -