i cleared this drawer out for yr

wiffle balls                               scoot

can i be yr blueberry history?

pls?, yes?, pls?

I don’t have to write what I think I could write other things

why don’t you seem to need to talk to me?

// a sunreel comfort    me a back down dead baby in a crib

the point here is to make space, what i meant to say is,

 oh, longing                                                                              (scoot over)

(continues)