we heart it
too many parties
stardust and sequins
transcendental argument wears a tank top on the foot of my bed
i flood forth with a red sea of "i don't knows"
im sorry for your tears. may i use the restroom?
a shampoo offering on the bathtub edge
accompanies a tea light flame
it's shadow dances over a mermaid baptism
she's beautiful and her hair is black.
her eyes stay open the whole time.
"i'll miss these sea shells and this little red apostrophe."the ceremony is over and the argument went to bed.