In the Morning, these are my thoughts

Morning. Think about bruises. Arms sore. Orange. Hot chocolate. Crystals. Bees. Agatha Christie. Bubbles. Dubstep. Jet engine. Exploding speakers. Sun. Light. Hot. Stupidly. Industrial. Lead/graphite in ear. Symbol. Masculine. Feminine. Androgynous.

Paper origami boat in green-blue pool with other boats. Tidal wave. Theynouns. I actually like them.

So many crushes. Flagging: bondage, houndstooth. Queer. Not genderqueer. Multifaceted individual. Alma mater. Pay thee tuition. So from barroom to bedroom we stagger. Red house to white house. Sin. Hell is full of lesbians. Crying. Circle.

Hold your hand. Want you to tap me on the knee, linger, hug me—hit me. Teeth marks. Hickeys. I miss them. I don’t miss her. 10 PM bedtime? Fuck no: raise the bed at 3 AM. Dye my hair at 1 AM. Green. Purple, lime green. Click with your leftmost finger.

Want you. Fix me. Fuck me. Fix me. Coffee. coffee.

Confident. Bold. Ego. Marks house. Name tag. Blue couch red cushion. Sex. Window blind. Repeat. Fountain. Kink. Orange. Blue. Purple. Fierce. Teach you to kick. Imagine ribs snapping. Free style. Celery. Teach you the blues.

I am flattered.

Me too.

Just want to flirt.

Frustrated. Dwight. Forehead. Industrial park. Warehouse. Ianto. Dead. Pterodactyl. Tactile. Multifaceted. No hair. Cow patch. Beautiful. Role models. Friendly.

Figuring shit out. Regrettably live on an island. Write myself a letter. (Want to end with that.) Go out with a bang. Joker hanging from building. Wood floor with knots. Accordian. Gears.

Nametag. Two names. You have options. Just figuring shit out right now.

Call me Arky. Theynouns or henouns please.

-Arky

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