Photography by Chanel Irvine
there has been;
yes
a misunderstanding.
I can tell by
the cop cars in your eyes
flashing/faking/false chasing.
belief (I had, you had)
is over.
magic has come and gone
forgotten as a drunk flirt
lonely like empty juice cartons.
and
whatever
planted/grown/cultivated/reaped
friendship
had been
allowed (before)
was winked into the air; thrown UP with the grain
only
the wind was too strong
and took it all away
the husks and the harvest.
time will tell if we starve