afterlife

lost in thought

hayling

tun it into a drip

fake fendi

caliente

dwan

mazzy stars

The musk filled her wet nostrils,

Diamonds fell off her lashes

In a desert, unwell known

And the blanket took her thoughts

In a cactus thorn-

Bathed in strangers’ sights

With nothing but spicy bees

And electric fences-

Air lost its bunny,

In stars that never die-

Fade in the making of nothing

She always got her drama in a simple package.