century

you’ve already met him,

the love of your century

the love you’ll never

forget but will recollect

in dreams, in teams of

sugar and milk in coffee

in the morn’in, but he’ll

escape into the depths

of the internets, the well

of his own home like

Samara re-emerging;

times like 3am watches

of Eraserhead are just

things i’ll never forget

12:18pm
6-11-2026

the ivory rose