Before you, maybe I didn’t understand the idea of lovesick – how I try and fail to frame feeling gutted as a good thing. shark fin and seaweed, a wet pier, and you – a tender but heavy hook. this is not the decay the words make it to be, but the gnawing of it. the consumption. how salt stains whatever it touches. I’ve written more poems this summer than I did all last year, and I can’t separate watching the stars without feeling the hood of your car underneath me. Can’t say your name in conversation without tasting sunset. truly, I don’t mind. I wish I did. it all feels too sweet in my hands. there are only negative phrases for this. invasive. absorbing. overwhelm. the bad words / the best feelings.
I’m in the mood to read your palms. legs crossed on your carpet, another too specific playlist in the speakers, beats drumming out slow. your left hand cradled in my lap as I search my phone for where I saved lessons on chained life lines. I’m in the mood to tell you your biology’s fortune. how I’ll trace my pinky across the heel of your hand, smile in how far your love line reaches, like it’s stretching past your skin. I’ll tell you about the career you’ll pick up in a year or three, your mount of moon saying you’ll always find contentment in creativity, how your fate and intuition line tangle. maybe I’m just in the mood to trace you – this small city blueprint of your life, where all these engraved roads will take you. how what I mean to say is I hope your future might save a place for me.
“I hope Bradie Tennell new coach teach her to not bulldozer other skaters practices while she learn the 3A and 4T.”
A look at this ugly sleeve that I made
Trying to remember to warm up with 15 minute sketches but the eyes man they always get to me
In case anyone wants to know what I do for my warmup pieces
I have a calader that you rip off a page daily.
Today is the tenth so I warmed up by drawing on the ninth
Here is yesterday’s warm up; Mai from ATLA in an outfit inspired by my cloths
I have decided that I will start posting my daily warmup drawings. Here is Arabis one of my characters
I hate not drawing for nearly a week and everything feels awkward and awful
Today’s warmup doodles is inspired by Magnus Burnside, a great adventurer and hero.
Nothing sticks to my breath
like bottomless brunch.
Glera grapes work
fire on my tongue,
give my words a
fickle armour you
can pop like a bubble
or a pill the morning after