forcing it
Dec 15, 2023
the beach is studded with desperate little fists, fingers crunching around offers of sand. as soon as you accept, the cupped palms shake empty. an underwater scream. gather seventeen of your most important moments and iron them until the edges gleam. present to a roomful of bored onlookers. check the fridge for updates, incessantly. slur this is what i can do, never sure whether you’re lying or not. pose in a way that’s hard on the back; squeeze into a turtleneck…
