Bag of Red Flags

Portland OR

Description

2nd time we met, you kissed my hand. 3rd time, you kissed me everywhere else, too.. He smells like my Gmas house, like summer. His eyes are glassy blue. He has smile wrinkles around his eyes, and shoulder freckles like constellations - moving. Moving me. He has ADHD. He can focus on disc golf and his other vices. But he doesn’t know how to focus on me yet. It’s rough, being crazy in love with a man who eats and smokes like a hobo, who wants to live like that forever. Your drug of choice is convenience, B. But for you I will work; I’d fly down to your level… just to hear you talk about yourself and to hold you for another day. Consider this, a love letter. xoxo