when you texted me
‘i want to make art with you'
i thought the text said
‘i want to make out with you'
it's pretty late and my brain feels wobbly
i hope i'm not re-writing my last book
i don't know which book is my last one
listening to perfume genius and
rattling my turtle bracelet
i want my whole life to have
such an overly ‘autumn' vibe
that my tears become dead leaves
and my cum turns into apple cider