☯ β𝐞𝐃Řⓞσ𝐦 𝓒ⓞ𝐰вⓄｙ/ Ĵｅ𝕤𝐔𝕤 ｍ𝓐т𝓬𝓱Ｂⓞｏⓚ ♛

Kaia Polanska Richardson

I’m horny, I’m stoned
Sitting pretty on the porch
Pretty come home Please,
Pretty please.
I want to hear rocks under tires
I want dirt in my mouth
I want sweat in the air
And jeans soaked in dust
Dish soap hands pressed palm to palm
Held to chest in gentle prayer
Pray for cracked lips against my fingers
And your fingers in my hair
Tangled up Make a mess
Trace the bruises + turn on the fan
Dance to its hum and pause

You sip your beer and light a dart
In my mouth, fall back on the bed
Like an Angel and I watch
Uncross my legs and
Wrap my arms around your head
Baby, I’m hot,
Pretty, I’m burning up.

☹ 𝐛σ𝕪 ℝⓞ𝕆ϻι几𝓪тĮ𝓞ᑎ ☠

Kaia Polanska Richardson

last week

where your head lay dreaming

on my arms, on my neck

in dry pools of crusted spit

your bad breath lingers,

i haven’t washed since i last saw you.

faded brass fingers and copper hair,

the first time you brought me to your room.

to impress me

you plucked clumsily

strung out like the chords

older, not riper, i’m a sorry old bass.

kaia saw four owls over the course of a month and wants to know why. she also likes to dance and get stupid tattoos and fall in love.

@n0tkaia