lacuna

Portland OR

Description

this rusted wheelbarrow is enough home for someone. here is my stupid heart, please peer inside and say you’d like to know the real me. i think of you wasted in your friday motel, eating alone, swaying to classical, tallying up wrongdoings. salty pools on my sternum. eons are the ocean between us. i take my heart seriously. i become my best defender. sweet has overgrown your sour place and i am reminded of what it feels like to be loved by a parent. this rusted wheelbarrow is enough home for someone.