through the smudged glass

coffee cream birds
sit on the grill
of the apartment across the way,
their throats necking out in frills
as they chant.

i give
water guns to the pigeons,
my awe to the morning doves.

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please don’t forget

i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying im trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying i’m trying im trying i’m trying i’m trying im trying i’m trying i’m trying 

Chelsea

Sprouted wheat, none of the yogurt she wants but peach that has its own little charm

White sheets, dark towels, an accidental red spot, orange flowers even Muffie would approve of they look perfect and fit perfectly

Brownies with walnuts with friends, paragraphs on the couch – toes touching

Coffee cups, popcorn fingers, finger pricks, fingers mouths and the taste of you

Turning a house into a home. A home she told me to get out of once, good thing I kept coming back

I never would have tried yogurt on pancakes.