uutpoetry:

Frescobaldi

You were pilot of a ship with three flags, spilled coffee,
defunct Hydroflasks, and dry erase markers. The over-watered plants
drooped toward us as if bowing, but they’re dying.
My least favorite surrealist poet is staring at me from the corner.
She’s a stressful coworker who comes to work early and talks on the phone.
Frescobaldi seems too sharp, my shoes, too brown.

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hivernno:

spideyjlaw:

*loses a bet with thor*

loki, becomes d.b. cooper:

a-delightful-moment:

@stefiereads

leggimiconcura:

there is beauty everywhere.

saltemcaute:

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