LAST NIGHT WE HAD TO LAY ON OUR SIDES by CHLOE B
May 13 2025
Let’s throw a party, you say
I lean back, let the sun move around my face
Let’s twist the ends of wires. Dip our fingers in the water
Listen to the vase fall. Watch our mothers and fathers shapeshift
Get sick, stretch too far, and never see straight again
We laugh and leave coins in puddles. We move like horrible things
I never get surprised anymore
The party, yeah. The dress code
All shiny, like knights and fish
Chloe B writes sometimes. Usually in bed. Sitting weird.