Call me on Thursday
If you will
Call me on Wednesday
Better still

Maturin again, overripe. Improper citations.

Amplified fuzz feedback of my head. Not affordable. Must Tuchanka.

Maybe an indication of something; didn’t mean to listen. Let’s count the rings. Indication of a kind of fear that doesn’t hurt yet just background radiation.

You can pull these things together and it sounds so sharp. Unflawed syntax.

It isn’t the same as being together and painting nails.

Designer sentence intent for being loved, not just for the glow of soul, but my god that edge. The respect. Witch kiss.

There is no one ever here only texts.

It’s not going to fall apart if you do but you won’t.

Just in time I will dare.