
iamhomeless:
The space between me & them
is a pair of angel panties
fresh out of the dryer that,
despite hundreds of washes,
still has a skid mark in the shape
of a run down, bloated Ferris wheel
on the ass.
When I press my face
into the panties & sniff,
the Ferris wheel lights up
& begins running again.
Then I sit back & smile,
confident & relieved
this space is all I’ll ever need.
Published on May 25, 2016 11:15