it comes in threes

ugh, girl of some dreams
mirita. dressed up,

craiglist hookup

***

what a still night, what a weird still night
lightening right above you, that doesn’t happen
often.

why can’t I see you more?

the storm was all around us, but there was not wind.
the trees did not move. the light up above moved
that was all.

I think a tornado is coming.

***

writing stuff on a post-it
wasting time
waiting for the bathroom

a line of one:
that’s me.
you’re probably wondering
how I got here…

freeze frame,
(laughter)

haha, that was a good joke
–hope I don’t piss my pants–

sometimes things go in reverse.
sometimes the end was the beginning.

this is one of those times.