KAYLA EPHROS






3 weeks


the sky looks around the moon

birds sing crazy and me

into my hand

playing the child's guitar

green, easy

as putting in your bag

our thing about kissing

cracker jack

red hook

black & mild

flags blow, all the parks

are the one I remember

the sun showers correct

and the blue green crop

i'm hopeless

in the bathroom between two songs between

two songs in the bathroom the way

the house works

can't sleep my boobs hurt

fuck hours and their

minutes

how several is so seven

you wanted stories all the time

where its unburned

where the road opens huge earth

and trucks shrink

getting it 7 times

up for driving

the horizon is

one big cloud

kind of pink

with feelings of

when

lemon yellow trash bags

flung

side eyeing the sun it goes

down

I desire the cashier in my

big pants

simple

secret

top

reason as

tone

still,

wanting fractures

mixes with

negative tests

still

wanting

to finish you




u shape


friday night notions

of service, stung

by your priority

your pre k energy

puzzled by jazz

when it's glass

for some reason

a table saw

the same serious songs

for summer I was feeling

all new nikes

a premise that can run all

hourly


no mountains this morning

even wet, cold water

but the way it doesn’t rain



in the arms of a 180

we saw yellow icons on the horizon

in various IOS representation

w respective glitch you ask

did you dream?

every 15 min

this brand of alarm

your arms they’re

long corners u

cave




hotline’s edge


moods surface w walls

(themes) don’t add up

to make anything

sole it's slice like

your stress

while mine’s

loving

our rhythm

on hold

sleep ceaselessly

w the sun

up

missing rungs

I’m pinging you

where

clouds

are painted,

and smoke

circling

that love

again!

so bully,

angel 180

so wish