January 2008
6 posts
dear huckleberry, i am running away with you, and ill be wearing a mask. im tired of getting bit by vampires, but ill always love you love, bambi
dear bambi. im running away. love huckleberry.
baby huckleberry, we got married just like all the storybooks always tell us we will. i love you more than the sun, but im scared that our hearts got too big, it’s only a feeling little hearts get, because little hearts don’t have room for doubt. but there is still doubt in our hearts about those boys with chocolate curls and warm fingertips because married men give me the shiverz. ...
dear bambi. i think it might be time to grow up. spring is around the corner so let’s shoot up like the baby sprouts and bask in the brooklyn sunshine. i want to wake up to the smell of flapjacks and coffee brewing and the sound of you singing in the shower. i don’t understand this prison cell they tell me is my home, i want room to spead my long fingers and space for you to dance on...
newyear
huckleberry, this year everything has already begun so different. im afraid that we have both become monsters. i no longer have honeycomb hair and you’ve lost all your freckles because we’ve played in the snow far too much. and my dear friend, i have never seen such grey days and curled up fingertips. and when i go downstairs to wish on dandelions the winter winds have eaten them all...
dear bambi. it’s cold without you. not cold like it is at home where we can run and scream at the winds that blow us down ice covered allies. not like that. cold like i can feel it leaking out my ears and creeping out under my fingernails. bambi things have taken a turn and the wind has changed into something we find so foriegn. but i can hold your hand and i can hold on to the door frame...