today i googled _pink oyster mushroom_then
_pink oyster mushroomwild_then
_flights to newark_then
dialectical behaviour therapy. sometimes when i’m dreaming i forget what i learnt in 2020 & so
i forget you won’t be kissing me forever &
that the dream-setting is made of glass. are u coming to the afterparty? see u there? xx i will be the one in london. i become something new every time
you text me, & i find new emojis
to tell u my secrets thru. my current favourite is this: 
/ of coursethere will be bubbles
at the afterparty! else are we going
to celebrate the end-times. the sky will be lilac for u & maybe for me too, enough of everything
for everyone. here, i know
what your voice sounds like. here, the atlantic is a river. here,
the apocalypse takes place in the underground,
tiled art mushrooming across its edges like ivy like stardust like moth shit like everyone i have ever fucked here to watch me wanting u. tell me moreabout [], call
me pretty like the wild mushrooms, put meinto yr mouth.