humid sis

Wanda is cooking your heart.
She is making a big fire with your diaries and kissing her elbow every half hour.
when I was young I wanted my vagina to deplore a thousand orcs to hug me and take away our cultures

but i couldnt sleep and i made milk
so i knew i must have a baby
and i did but she was fake
and i laughed at her nose which said fake
and it poured out fake milk
and like a little man i loved her
so many times
and i kept asking the moon
why the beaches werent nearer
but farther
im so lucky said the moon and
so are you
and we hugged
in bed i touched my button a lot
and you came
our bodies were sticky
we smiled and you started to glow like a raddish
a foot of soil everywhere
you toughed it out like milk
and i ran a few miles like milk

you and me me and you and me and you and you and me and me and you
you liking in the bathroom

we eating we sleeping we eating we sleeping
we do not reflect any structures