i've always been attracted to metal gra** & tweezers for unis**/ you did it so well/ you are eyes
you are eyes, you are/ a futuristic bo*er in my under-dress/
you are eyes, a moneybag of pop colors
i ran into your eyes in metaphors on some street in Seoul
& you hated the snowflakes like silver balls in my hair & hands can be pyramids/ hands can
make love/
hands are limbs in search of summer or a kiss/ i carry ice cubes in my purse because my
electrolytes are depleted like a hideous salt craving
you are eyes in juice & your cheeks are perfectly choreographed/ move them so we never
meet/even on instagram/ hearts are the size of your fist & also a joke & physical ghosts are my
favorite so let's never meet or heart me in/ a fake me.