@jninia @kiridz @anastasiaborrell @endellion_ + lex POSTAL SERVICE :D
I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We’d have long conversations, the two of us.
the truth is
I’m dying to have a secret,
bubbling in my stomach in riddles and curlicues.
Little cartoon family,
Mother yapping a curse into the phone in the kitchen.
She blows me a kiss;
Her stomach, her uniform, her skirt, her ass, her music,
You can hear someone open any door at any moment.
She is buried, sleek, spilling.
She does the talking, I know.
Me, him, them, and it by Caela Carter