come back come back come back come back
are you happy?
with your little diamonds and your pretty house in soCal or was it new york i haven’t talked to you since maybe june or was it july of the last year before you met
and i hate your house and your picket fence and the place where you work
come back and stay here
your stubbornness. and your striped shirt. and your never calling me now. wrapped in prison bared pattern shadows we were friends, we were friends or more, i don’t recall. now my puppy is crying i think he misses you maybe even a little more than me but no. no, infinity isn’t that much and forever wasn’t that long after all, was it.
my toe bit an ant and she was born in black wings. so it hurt but not as much as i would have assumed and it is so stubborn of the ant to laugh at me, back at me, laugh at me. i was born in bosnia and i was raised in bosnia but i’m not bosian, i don’t feel, what does that say? HAHA will she say who eats pizza with a spoon.
sticky feathered swings brooms brows witchy circles mamas papas girls and boys and other gendered babes and grown ups play in sandy woods and mexico with home and trees and also ice cream falling down to little scars that babies get from crawling, and by omission, not getting more.