JH: When I wake up in my room~!
RM: Room~!


What was happening in my heart? I could have told you
It hurt. I could have told you I was in love
With something, every second, I did not know how to name,

Much less touch. I think I could have said
When egrets lifted into the sky of my grandmother’s yard
From the green-scummed water of the Tangipihoa

I hated them for their whiteness, for the light
Lift of their wingspan, for how they wheeled and vanished.
Everything I loved went on without me.

T. R. Hummer, from section XIX of “Bluegrass Wasteland,” Bluegrass Wasteland: Selected Poems (Arc, 2005)


this cute af BBam moment (*≧▽≦)