Hearing Elliott’s voice shake from the car stereo and swim around the darkened interior seems so consoling I cannot make a sound I sip from two cups of green tea and
Everything means nothing to me
Which you know is hardly true I just tell myself to play pretend and portray it
occasionally.
_steve zmijewski
If I paint the bathroom the color you choose before you finish breakfast And if I was able to power wash the deck ahead of fixing myself a sandwich Would you contribute a kiss after dinner but prior t
Sign a postcard From the basement of your rectangular world I would pen for miles the offer of something Strung up and pulled tight patterns of syllables I could stare at phony stars forever hanging h
she responded so he asked after thinking if there was enough for both of us to cross for an hour she meant like he did a sentence without required context _steve zmijewski #sheandhe #rides #conte