Poems from Jessie elder
I left her well watered, in the sun for an hour. she's now wilted and brown.
Im convinced she's indicative of my mental health.
I tore her...
I wonder if I should put conditioner in my hair
I don't think it matters when my soul is drowning
I forgot about my cactus, and the one I...
I close my mind and my eyelids remember sunflowers.
my fingertips reminisce the top of sun soaked country road pavement.
my back still...
Where to turn when laughing until I pee my pants no longer ends my tears at night.
When music that makes me shiver no longer wakes me up in...
It's glamorous isn't it? The idea of death.
So high maintenance in fact, the missing bottle they never knew, exists in an offering of...