All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots.
Sarah-Jean - Swallowed By The Season, 2013
how i plan to go
When the first manic episode came, we ate ice cream sandwiches
and I held you against the sink, naked, as you filled my mouth
with chocolate syrup. Rome was burning and I was losing myself
in your skin, your longings, as the sky outside turned to pink ash.
We went grocery shopping at 4 am, you…