it’s okay
to dream about a person and hope
she dreams about you or at least cyberstalks you
daily so that your profile pic flashes in that liquid
space between her closed eyes and falling asleep
with all the weird floating things
like i will never
be able to talk to you
in a serious voice for more than three
lines but we can speak in the swimming pool:
you ask questions and i duck
hide in the deep end with ghosts
i want
to draw uneven hot pink polka dots on top of aqua aqua
all around me like this is just an enlarged ms paint file on the comp
at nancy’s house in 1998 we’re so small
we’re so excited
we’re about to make a new one
but first save as
