i mean sometimes its saturday night and you bail on the sweaty queer dance party because of being crazy & isolated and instead
drop acid
have a transcendental bath
finish reading "when we were the witches"
masturbate, feeling how you CAN just be touching yourself skin to skin self in self holes
fiercely loving yourself open
warm & wet & wondering at yr own magic
to the braids 2015 album
pulsating to 'miniskirt'
// my mini skirt its mine all mine//