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