Moon Coat

When you’re three, no one knows what the moon is made of. It’s just made of Moon.

Tiedye [draft]

And being really, really careful not to smear or drip because we’re going to tiedye our WalMart clothes in a few minutes and we’ve been building rubberband blueprints in our brains all day.

iPod [draft]

And my iPod skips to repeat right as what’shername’s saying something about “fuck someone or other,” my mom’s “have fun no drugs no boys!” sounds a little forcibly cheery to me