ode to jenna.
this is what happens when we come out of isolation.
We write music. I write poems about pidgy pigeons. Jenna slices her finger open on doors, goes to the hospital, and bleeds butter. I make cripples come visit. She believes monkeys have wings. It took her damn near five minutes to realize she's the cripple.
Come visit my island it's amazing.
We write music. I write poems about pidgy pigeons. Jenna slices her finger open on doors, goes to the hospital, and bleeds butter. I make cripples come visit. She believes monkeys have wings. It took her damn near five minutes to realize she's the cripple.
Come visit my island it's amazing.