march – Thistle Thoughts

Goop

“Great. It’s infected.”

Your homeland stays inside your bloodstream. When you’re away from it for too long your veins begin to burn with longing.

I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.

I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out

I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations

Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.

this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days

I am ready to talk about quarantine.

reminiscing on
eyeliner so thick
everyone will know
you’re crying

We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.