free write in class today “write about the last good time.”
i quiver, quadrupedal. metal spring cut into my palm i dive head first into our conjoined reflection. you drip onto my back chemical burns taste like tears or sriracha sauce on pizza. we cause an earthquake, quadrupedal in the middle of this trailer park. the next morning, two people die down your street metal springs pushed through their palms
“I long for the days where we live in a shitty apartment made of old crumbly bricks and we eat cold pizza from last night as breakfast. I long for the nights where we strain ourselves to fit with the corners and curves of each other’s bodies at night in a desperate search of warmth because we have no heater in the winter. I long for the mornings where neither of us can sleep so we sit on an old matty couch side by side with our thighs touching and an ice cream bin being passed around as we watch re-runs of fullhouse.”
I think one of my favorite things to do is just lock myself up in a small room and listen to music and watch films for a day. Also I just like seeing my friends. We have pizza parties which means I get four friends round, we eat a pizza and we’re really lazy and we play PlayStation.