Lizzy Burnam 🐞

go on, let it happen—   

                      what? 

—the needle, the stars, the smoke you're chasing. 

                      ‘chasing’ is an ugly word. 

just drink cold brew and admire the neighborhood cats 
while a heavy spring wind combs fire through rainless branches. 
seize your angel-cake chances, yours to eat too.

                      well, it ain't happen yet. 

signed, sealed. 
quick as oak, once you’re under. 
just sit courageously. 

                      !!!

c’mon, shake away the knots in your shoulders. 
let your tongue hang out like a sprout in the sun. 
tuck your passwords to bed, somewhere safe. 
you're more beautiful without the audience, baby. 

                      well, that ain't happen yet either.

every moon in unison, 
toasting just to you.