February Stars,
Photo Credit - Claire
| Text Credit - Claire
termites crawl in my stomach; you
are my disarray, o soft and golden -
take the curves of my feet, the
freckle on my lip, and
hang me on your wall. you
compel my speechlessness.
i'll keep guessing, guessing
and unguessing.
i am up all night over this.
i'm lost in february
lost lost lost.
in other news,
my tutor is putting the above poem i wrote up in our uni.
