blue bellie.

truths explode, born out of blowhole— splattering these kitchen walls. crimson testimonies, settling near the window above the sink. a farmer’s sink, i always wanted. some summer day, some slow morning,  we painted drywall together. my hair lazily wrapped in ponytail, biscuits rising in the oven. i peer through glass now. my portal amongst these […]

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