the sweet east

like a fever dream

wet and wild

i’ll go surfing through your mind

you’re a dandelion (i’m a coward)

make three wishes

all of them wishing for more

some dreams are too big for pillowtalk

some nights stay still in our pockets

you’re a moon cycle (i’m a racetrack)

i used to write poems about lighting things on fire

i learned to read books so i could run away

i’d never sing again if it meant i could fly

two truths

one lie