my match, my lighter, the flame for the cigarette i haven’t smoked in over a year.
elephant bells + headwrap + flip flops + rabid dog + patchwork skirt + zinc face paint + somewhere in thailand = my dream womb
dreadlocks + fanny pack + dress over jeans + frayed old scarf + camel = the undead hippie heart
dearest hands behind the amazing, please hire me.
your world is my world.
we speak the same tangent.
something tells me something peculiar stems from my southeast asian side.
(from facehunter in singapore and jakarta)
“Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”