name. IV Kallin
right now. A junior working towards a BA in English
you had a bird named geo, you saw me as yellow. i lie in bed with my bathroom light on and lick the sunbeams off my lips, my chin, my inner cheeks. i buzz like a car ready to move. when im alone i think about how i replaced you too often, how it's been years. whenever i hear your mother's name a shiver runs down my spine and i remember her kindness. has your sick father finally died? your bird died, i know this, geo is buried in the farmland, the horses are still alive though, even though you wish they werent. are animals a color too?