a taste of my notes app :

Its a beautiful morning in san fransisco                                                     and maybe I should paint my house blue.

There’s enough sunlight to distract
my boyfriend’s poor circulation
as the San Francisco fog
hugs you like a friend and kisses your nose.

you invite her in for coffee,
and the hills lose their steepness
the crispness of the air—
the most important part of me tumbles out
of holes I sewed buttons back onto

a city that makes you want to pick up old habits
and wear them, because they’re yours
or because you found them somewhere you loved
and forgot you left them there too

San Francisco makes you want to ride a bike,
buy a book,
and smile at people wearing sweaters—
because they’re a soft statement,
and maybe the world needs more softness.
maybe San Francisco knows it too.

and maybe If I leave the window open long enough
She’ll stay a little longer—the fog, the light, the soft rediscovery
of who I was when I wasn’t full of disappointment
and the pressing curiosity, the insistent demand that maybe i should be..                                                                                          anyone else.

The flavour of contentment,

time garnished with delight

joyous people, lively events

you're sat at a table with a drink

happy with who you've become

stop wondering

what would have happened

.. what would have happened

what would have happened

The night you were meant to come over I bought bagels for breakfast, played kokoroko outside and smoked until my throat was sore

Lights pooled over the butamen and I watched the vibrations  of Sheila Maurice-greys trumpet

these rippling blues and oranges; splitting the dark open like it was trying to make something soft out of something hard

Like teaching the silence how to hum

I visualised it long before I touched it— the tone was softer the grain was different the two of us buying cheap rubber shoes and perfect apricots from the market the kind of sweetness that bruises if you hold it too loosely I’d look up, ready to catch your eye, and most days you let me its a bruise I keep pressing to make sure it’s real

your tone changed
and the softness thinned out               and we sat two meters apart in a silence   heavy enough to shift the air between us doesn’t it take the softest thing
to devastate you? stacking stones while youre reading
when i wanted you so badly                 it felt like trespassing                             your tone had changed
you said maybe I just heard it that way.

Roll over—
tell me which shade of green you mean:          press your body into mine                    until the boundary goes soft                 until something bruises

I keep kissing June,                                 kissing everything im brave enough to touch                                    until something gives.
until something answers back. Just the kind of hunger
that refuses to die quietly                   the kind of hunger                                   that we refuse to starve                          two girls balancing on the memory
some coloured bruise that still hasn't healed
and I guess I don't know when it will.

When it gets too cold

to remember what shared body heat feels like

I buy $6 sushi outside glenferrie station

I’ll stalk his mum on facebook

I’ll draw a bath with eucalyptus oil

I’ll place my hand lighter next time

they play pop hits in the supermarket

we’ll play jazz in the car

I'm learning to accept more.

you leave hickeys on my neck

for me to discover later in a public bathroom

they remind me of my first lover

I never meant to make you my metaphor

Im running off three hours of sleep

dry shampoo from the chemist

the February heat will burn

I wash my body like a chore

mell me the truth forever 

My dreams are stained forest green

I've never met someone so independent

without thought, we become a weekly ritual

find me tipsy by the yarra

stop trying to teach me what love is

I want you, I wish I was allowed to talk about it 

I imagine you shirtless by the window

Hot and tumbled

you're a rockstar

and you're softer than i've ever been

you're softer than i'll ever be

It takes time to fall to your senses

I buy $6 sushi outside glenferrie station

I’ll buy $6 sushi outside glenferrie station.