a girl in a chevy

thick hips and kissable lips when did it become unreasonable to want a relationship with the person that i'm sleeping with? will there ever be a day when the most interesting thing about me isn't my tits?

but then i think about those ancestors and i consider that maybe they’d be proud that i looked like their husbands or nieces or neighbours whom they loved so dearly and then i think about my children and how i would want them to look just like their father no matter what his ancestry might be because that is the nature of the heart; to try and find pieces of who we love in everything that we see

your lips taste better when your hand is between my legs and my favourite curse word is my name getting caught in your throat between breaths shame on you for making me feel this fucking good

seven generations? what about my children and their children too? not indigenous enough or just not indigenous enough to you? i speak more of the language than nookomis ever could i do it to honour her you don't get to tell me if i should i started beading at 13 thankful to at least be cultured in my hands but still afraid i was too pale to ever claim this was my land proud i'll be the day when my spirit name is carried by the winds how sad my ancestors will be to learn my cousins think my identity is half-sin

i am broken but i've since picked up all of the pieces so i don't need you to make me whole i just want you to come and help hold glue me together i am bound to be more fragile at these new seams but i trust your gentleness with my heart don't hold back, my dear give me directions i have an excellent sense of it i promise that i will find my way around you you don't need to crack your ribcage open for me to see inside lay your head over my heart and listen to this song she makes for you let me run my fingers through your hair let me lay with you with our eyes closed and our mouths open let me hold you here for our forever let me make you feel safe like you do for me

i never believed that brown could actually be someone's favourite colour until i held your face close to mine and looked into the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen

i'm scared to write about it am i afraid that that would make it real? i write to escape a feeling when something is trapped i open up my mouth and let whatever i was holding in fall out onto the paper this is different because i'm scared to write about it because i actually want to hold onto this feeling for as long as i possibly can how slowly but quickly it all came to be small glances being exchanged in passing the way you always say my name our fingers hesitantly but surely becoming intertwined that sweet, fiery first kiss(es) so here's to the first of many small glances exchanged say my name our becoming intertwined sweet, fiery kisses

I went for a walk and saw three apples spaced out along the sidewalk, far enough away from each other that you didn't see two at the same time, that it seemed like a coincidence. Each one was in a further state of decay than the last. I saw footprints that looked like mine walking in the same direction as me, which was weird because I had come from the opposite direction, so why are there previous footprints leading me back? I got into the bath with my shirt still on. Mindlessly at first, then decidedly on purpose. The water was cold, so I took it off. Not so much cause and effect as just not being able to feel both things at once. Tangentially related, Hailey said, not to me but to my sister, that I am evidently autistic. I am slightly resentful because I think I do a pretty good job of appearing a reasonable rate of normal. I guess Hailey is a safe person, though, so she has seen a bit more of me.

-a girl in a chevy- she’s still sleeping

-a girl in a chevy- she’s still sleeping

-a girl in a chevy- marching

-a girl in a chevy- she’s still sleeping

-a girl in a chevy- she’s still sleeping

-a girl in a chevy- she’s still sleeping