lily

Somewhere in her words i lost the need to self destruct, maybe if i could sit next to her on the park bench every day and study the lines in her face, trace her human heart shaped jail tattoo. She knows about the fire in our hearts. How sometimes the fire takes over and we die or are left broken. me and dee are broken but thats why we come to this park bench. The ones she used to sleep on. all my favorite people are broken, They've been torn a little at the ends. My beautiful imperfection. Maybe cause i know the park bench drill and have stories like dee about fucking tricks with guns to their heads. She was my muse tonight insane and beautiful androgonous lady tough like you've been broken so many times. I'm still sweating from poisons.
Its getting cooler outside. The rain cooled us down. I don't know if i'll be in this city when the snow comes. I'm known to migrate, I hitchhike down south come fall and when i look up in the sky there is always a flock of birds following me, Leaving me a trail of feathers. They are my guiders some days on the dusty open highway. And this night was magical, I was thinking about you when i left the subway station only to run into you, around the corner, Looking at me and smiling.I guess you knew i missed you.
Love, Lily