Popcorn

the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,

C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering

TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,

eager to see this play out,

I can’t be the only girl 

Who thinks it’s crazy

How we live in an age

Where asking for the “I” in I love you 

Is normal? 

Because I’m the kind of girl

I couldn’t see anything. I stumbled around, trying to find the wall of the cave. After walking aimlessly, I began to hear a distant noise — murmuring mixed with the sound of soft tapping.

lines on the road paralyze me redefine me reignite a sort of otherworldly longing in me orange blurs into yellow blurs into black lines blink in and out of a parallel existence / red was never a factor in this but you could never chalk red into yo