Chicago skyline polaroid and digital image skyline background
I can’t sleep beneath the shouts of my thoughts
So I drown them out with yours instead,
Untying silence from deafening knots.
I braid your words into promises unfilled:
Answers to my least favorite question: "What are you going to do as an English major?"
- Copy edit birthday cake inscriptions
- Make unsolicited reccomendations at Barnes and Noble
I can trace the lines where our faces intersect:
Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.