the room is chill, we have the ac on high, i’m laying next to Grant, he’s in a world of magic, i’m reading “Just Kids’’.
10:44
i’m sucking up inspiration. i’m flying though I don’t move. i feel my heart in the clouds.
he stays to fight off the enemy. i move from bed to chair, bed, chair, tall glass of water, checking my phone, writing poetry, back to bed.
we brush our teeth together
we roll in bed and laugh at jokes no one but us gets.
i have stretch marks, he looks perfect in the mirror with his curls.
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