Wed. May 18th, 2022

if I could keep him, I would. I would build him a box and line it with crushed velvet and the sunlight would stream in and warm him and the moonlight would lull him to sleep. I would sing him songs that I have made up to rhyme and to be silly to make him laugh. I would bake him pies and things with cheese. I would kiss him all over his face and leave my lipstick behind for his skin to absorb.
but to him, that box would be a coffin and no one wants to live like that.