(so local, even the seagulls are bored.)

i've stumbled i mumbled

a poem.


i am a moth who just wants to share your light
i like the way your words
fog my air and the
way they leave me gripping the
last hoping for more. all i
want of you is more. and more.

and more.
and more.
and
amore'

you're my favorite speckled egg.