i swear i'm gonna post some real writing soon please just let me do one more shitpoem about the girl at home depot

 wow

i mean honestly just wow

what can be said even

tattoos along her wrist

black t-shirt, tight black jeans

arab-looking eyebrows but obviously mixed

these days i'm trying to be on my best behavior

trying to stay home and read and write and drink water but it's hard

a drink for the eyes

there is something so pleasant about admiring a woman's body

looking fully and completely

just waiting my turn in line.

it gives me this warm, smooth-brain fuzziness

like a dog getting its belly scratched

and my "art" has always revolved around this hasn't it

i just don't have anything else to say

i just want to explore the thing that compels me most

i used to be afraid of my sexuality

then i was in awe of my sexuality

then i became defined by my sexuality

and now?