I want us to turn into fairies
For a day and we would fly around
Town and into the bars and dip
Our head in peoples drinks and
Wreck havoc on the plant store,
taking little bites out of leaves
And leaving heart shaped holes
In sleeves of stores, creating
Wars with pidgeons and I’m
Almost letting myself dream
Again- I’m close to it, it’s
As if I can smell it, my friend
10:03pm 6/20/26
The ivory rose