We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
If a hiker forgets water, even the
dirty streams begin to look
refreshing and I’m starting to feel
like I’d drink anyone down right
now because my mouth has been
un-kissed for so long. It’s not that
I don’t see the scum on the side
of their necks, but desperation
grows on untouched skin like
moss and I really need to be held.
when i was in kindergarten i had this babysitter who cooked the best steak i’d ever had and i’d always ask what it was and she said “people” every time and i’d laugh and ask what it really was and she’d just reply “people” and i found out in first grade that she got arrested and was sentenced to 50 years-life in prison
and that’s the story about how my babysitter was basically hannibal lecter and i was will graham for a whole year