It’s not like I care too much about meaningful silences
A writer who likes words? My bad?
The benches are emptying
But my neighbors remain
The same people on the same benches by the same dirty river – I love them
We discreetly nod at each other – we know
It’s their turn not to have it today
We have our routines
We’re in this together
There are darker clouds dancing
A storm only really last a couple minutes
While there’s a life and a lavender wedding awaiting
The petals of the plastic flowers unfolded
On the tip of a dick
A mere protection
Testing for another compatibility
With a new planet
“In a caring ENM relationship with his anger issues”
Skimpy foulness. What do we fix if not ourselves
Out of here
In aid of ⋆˚࿔ looking well & loving well
