i’m jealous of every girl who will see your smile .

i’m jealous of every new friend .

not for the reasons you think ,

but because maybe they will catch you on a good night .

they’ll catch you on a night where you’ll beg to keep the party going .

they’ll catch you on a night your eyes sparkle .

they’ll catch you on a night you can’t stop laughing .

they’ll catch you on a night that’s just like the night i fell in love with you .

and what if they don’t catch you on a night when you’re angry .

you are scary when you are angry .

everyday i think ,

what if he don’t bruise them up real bad ?

what if he doesn’t scream at them saying “i hate you” ?

what if he doesn’t destroy their things ? 

what if he is proud of them ?

what if he is nice to them ?

what if he tells her he loves her , and means it .

and often she calles me by my aunt’s name .

she calls my brother by my uncle’s name .

i love it . i love that she sees us is them .

i asked grandma today ,

am i most like my aunties or my mama ? or papa ?

or if i am like anyone …

she goes , “ you are you . no one is like you ”

i am not my father . i am not my mother .

i am them and i am more and i am me .

. . . .

birkin basket

waiting . edgar degas

hey jude .