kristenwithane

it is not enough just to miss you. i have to learn how to walk again; how to live without meat and kissing, how to sleep shaped like a balled up fist. it is not enough just to miss you. i have to adopt twins in Africa, name them Lost and Weird, forget to feed them. i have to go to every pet store in America and rescue all the seahorses. i have to tattoo D A R K B I R D inside my lip and stand in children's playgrounds like a broken arm, creaking. it is not enough just to miss you. it has to hurt. i have to write poems that last forever, interpret dreams about buildings burning down, flies who leave their partners fo