I write poems loosely about pop stars. <3
Hours after meeting my partner, I dream us shoulder to shoulder in a Home Depot. The paint aisle is all: decisive yellow, ebb tide, moon dust, and Vienna
By Kayleb Candrilli4 years ago in Poets
When you tell me all your friends are dead, I’m reminded that not all things are metaphors. From above a thousand flamingo legs
By Kayleb Candrilli5 years ago in Poets
