gasoline vs cedar
did you know if sharks stop swimming they’ll die?
my mother found joy in domesticity in a tan house and a minivan.
with three kids and a husband, baking cookies and cleaning messes.
and good for her, good for fucking her, but god
my safe place is flats filled with jars of loose leaf tea and dried flowers,
covered in plants and blankets.
cabinets stacked with shot glasses and ashtrays on window sills.
there’s nothing i hate more than a hometown.
its basically just my never ending urge to flee the state and country
