dispatches from the airstream: by Dale Leonheart
one time a guy told me i’m a less hot alison brie and i thanked him
staring at the wall has never been more fun
I’ve been making pancakes just to feel something
disappointing my father just to pass the time
I named the llama next door adonis and wave hi on my morning walks
I don’t think i’m his venus
what a nice thought, to be someone’s venus
I would love to be your tiny dancer but i’m almost 5’10” and build muscle easily
aren’t we all just victims of circumstance
some days i feel quite certain that I majored in being a big fat letdown
but i minored in being full of promise
falling in love with the monotony
I am trying to find the most digestible form of myself
if not now — when?