SKÓGURANDI

Each night I sleep without you next to me anymore, I second guess everything. Even if I am confident, my tired mind will till up all of this loose soil and these seeds sprout beautiful leaves that sink their claws into me and tear me bone from sinew. Maybe I just want to give myself to you without any hesitation and I don’t see anything wrong with that. Possibly I should be more reserved to anticipate your parching sunlight in the draught. I know the days seem like minutes to you, but the seconds without you sleeping here anymore are a fucking lifetime to me.

I think it’s funny that the ancient Egyptians depicted stories where they were like “Rahh cats will one day rule the world, cats everywhere” and we’re like whatever, but then Tumblr.

I dreamt our hands intertwined like tree roots, our ghosts like sinew, carefully braided into each other. I wish I could explain to you the way my skin curls into yours when you wrap your arms around my back and you burrow your smile into the bones of my collar. The way I saw you glow when we made our own, when we lacked fear on All Hallows Eve and we made dinner together and talked. I love you more in the middle of the night when I wake; when I never thought I could love you more. Somehow, every day, more.

Rumors of a pool party with The Front Bottoms and Weatherbox before our show with them on Thursday got me all giddy like a goddamn 6th grader. Just let me drink beers with the Brians plzzzz.

Also, Arizona friends, come see this awesome show at Rhythm Room this Thursday with Sundressed/Weatherbox/The Front Bottoms. Dancing and singing and near lethal amounts of fun will be had.

I daydream of that explosive feeling of your lips on mine, your subtle taste in my mouth that careens into my memory and allows me to relive every moment with you prior to that.

Every time I caught a sparkle in my periphery on my arm that turned out to be a rogue hair that decided to stay the night after you drove home. The sunlight that dove through the blinds in the afternoon just to lick at your bare shoulders for a moment. The coos you whimpered when I had to crawl over you like a thief not to wake you so I could sneak out to work in the morning just to kiss you before I left, but you always woke up and pulled me back into bed.

I breathe for those memories and I will tend to that garden until my last breath buries me in the same soil.

Realized mid-burrito that they screwed up and amidst all those veggies they’d screwed up (or just hate me) and put chicken in it. Momentarily off the wagon—orrr maybe on it?

I’m not sure exactly how that phrase works.

Wutevz. I ate a chicken. I’m so sorry chicken.