Telling a story to despair. Writhing. Ringing. Sleeking. Slinking. Offering sweet treasures to each other. Yelling with friends. No yelling at – just yelling with. Yelling it all out. No one can be just like me. They just can’t.
Just don’t respond right away. Have fun. Prioritize having fun. Clean your room you grown child. Flit, flit, flit.
I don’t trust others as much as I trust this group.
Honestly, we could do anything together.
Yelling, screaming. Skipping to my lou… my deary. Or darling. Or darjeeling. Tea and biscuits carried across colonial highways – transoceanic commutes – transcontinental – transgender.
Transmuting and transforming. Transitory tarzan – transpiring and transposing. Trans-portation and Transylvania.
1-2-3. Ha. Ha. Ha.
where rivers are born 