typesetjez, a poem by August
sing to me a Christmas song,
your voice wrapping around
me like the most comfortable
pajamas. maybe you’ll always
have to think too much, but
one of these days, you’ll
never have to worry if
your heart is safe this time.
Whimsical. (If you’re still doing that poem dealio, ya knowlio)
ireallylikemuffins, a poem by August
whosoever
has the most
interesting
measures of
science and
intelligence…
Chris will leave you
all in her
lovely dust.
jiggly
mls-classics, a poem by August
just as
I was surfacing from
grief, you
granted me
your kindness.
darker than I expected for the word jiggly — but true!
“are we going to be a running team? are we going to be a passing team? what I meant by getting back on that horse was…”
I’m on a call for a meeting to discuss a meeting later this month and, lo and behold, they’re talking about: how to make meetings efficient. FOR TWO HOURS
it is reeeeaaally weird how deeply important people who had previously exited my life are re-entering it, in (only slightly) different bodies, and different sets of qualities, but the same cores. the same souls. I’m repeating myself.
go to my ask and give me a word and I’ll write an acrostic poem about you using that word