linear hopes
laughed out

fell in lust with a punk

he was a gentle spirit

                     she was twenty something

                  they rode a small boat to nowhere

                    he snuck a photo of her

she draped herself in a garland of jasmine

he had a girlfriend

she bought her a scarf

they never touched

he always stared

she looked away

he smelt of clean laundry

she wore the scent of a spring apple

they walked through a temple

he swapped tales with a fisherman

she caught a glimpse of his soul

he wore black boots

she bought him tequila

they said goodbye

she wrote him a letter

he never wrote back

he sent her pixelated kisses

he was never hers to keep.

out take from the
writing of new
fashion histories

days like today,
i love what i do for a living.

--

and out slides the golden baby
with nice dark hair

-plath heart by braids