CAMPARI.

Blurted Brooklyn street stories, 

over Whiskey and Campari. 

cheating boyfriends, 

but back bones matching Hero Shrews. 

the way your eyeliner carefully picked a new color 

from the rainbow to paint your eyes each morning.

transparent outfits.

--

I built this fort for us, 

so we could disappear under the sheets, 

so for once you could just be under the sheets... 

& feel safe from the bullshit//the heartless people that took you there unwillingly.

my initials on your chest, 

between your breasts, 

heart, 

and every gosh damn perfect part of you. 

I PRAY

you never forget how valuable you are, 

I pray you never forget, like the miles will never get longer or shorter between NYC + WI. 

the only thing that will get longer is your hair. 

the only thing that will get shorter is your hair. 

hair is all you need to worry about really, 

I hope whoever he is, he is paying for you to get your hair done.

I miss you.