the stage manager is tearing seams and drinking salty coffee (a book of poems by

flossy

she throws back her hair, bouncing, the flowers adorned in the thick curls twirling. a drink is placed in the crooks of her fingers, pink and zapped with salt. the universe has shocked into this moment and I don't know how to deal with it. this beautiful girl with her pink lipstick imprinting the crystal rim of her glass, my cheek, my lips. everything about her is so otherworldly, so celestial, yet so close-to-home I can feel it in my bones and smell it on my clothes. she squirms and readjusts her shirt. "you listening, baby?" 

8.4.15

some of these poems are stories that i have made up in my head. i do not have a girlfriend called flossy, but she does seem p. beautiful