Poems from peanutteeth
I try to feel that feeling a lot
Because I am the boy who leaves his work up on the crit wall for several days after
The critique has...
You couldn’t get pregnant but in the moment my thoughts drifted
about if you could
And if we might raise a child by the sea
And sail on...
Where the fuck is your fight?
Why are you so relaxed in times when my skull is cracking open?
I feel my veins separating as my blood...
Two drops of shimmering rain
An example of the falling I witness
My desire to love a person I picked
Replaced with a passion for photo ...
When I get sick
Break open my skull
And cry into my mouth
So that I can experience
every single second of your sorrow
And put on one of...