broadcastpoulet

re/fffound

we said we would sleep in a quiet room, with the beams crossing above our tired faces. these things always change, these ways always change, and the beams fall. the room will always be beautiful even when we are ragged and wrinkled. our broken bones will pile under sand, under foundations and buildings, under ash and wildfires,
i'll watch tv without you
i'll wait in the park