Side Eye

Cherry Logic

Lipgloss Language

Hush, Heat

Silk in Secrets

Drink, Clink

Bite My Lip

Theory

Blink

hipsway honey, 
got me spun,
golden hour’s 
just begun
candy sweat between my knees
wildflowers humming 
in the breeze

you're the motel dream i can't unlace
frecklush burning on my face
i bite my lip, i sip your sting
hipsway honey, 
do your thing

kiss me on the freckles

Swoonlight

Breeze

She waits
A cherry drip
down her thumb
Blue raspberry kisses 
her tongue,
soda fountain 
hummmmmmmmmm

fizz beneath skin
bottled water — only sweet
something swirling 
Something within

She’s a self-serve
summer queen,
In a world 
that melts too fast.
Every sip
a neon scene
And she swears 
this taste will last.

Fizzy pop, 
cherry sheen—
inside the slushie machine.

Slush

Box office flirts 
she knows me well
Ticket stubs 
like tarot cards
Fortune told 
in parking lots 
and boulevards

There’s a hush 
behind the curtain
Like something gold
uncertain.
The staff lines up in silent sync,
Name badges 
polished, 
give me a wink.

Ooh, I walk like I own the frame,
With the Spotlight soft,
My eyes tamed
Reserved seating, 
front row fate,
Baby I don’t wait
I curate.

Marquee letters 
spell my sin

Polished

arcade machines
blinking Morse code 
again
One quarter 
lodged in the slot 
since last summer.
Movie posters curl 
like paper petals,
Faded faces of films
I never watched.

photo booth,
(ghost) smiles
Once on purpose.
Once by accident.
Once because 

I forgot

(Ghost) Smiles

I wore white just to cause confusion
Lipstick shade? 
Emotional illusion
You said “You feel like déjà vu”
I said “That's 'cause I deleted you”
You call it sudden — 
I call it style
I disappeared mid-text and smiled
You chase like it’s a rescue plan
But babe, 

I never learned to land

soft voice sharp exit

Delete Me

Juice me, 
juice me
Package me in perfect pink
Post me, 
toast me
Tell your boys I make you think
Lick me like a dream adrift
I’ll rot before you get the gift
Juice me, juice me
But baby,
I know you wanna peel me

Peel Me

Flash season
Wearing light like it’s lingerie
Your name’s in my phone just halfway
You said “truth,” 
I said “delay”

Flash season
We’re just sparks 
in borrowed air
If it’s love, 
don’t say it there
I’m gone before you care

Can’t catch me — I’m sugar-coated

Sugar Coat

Now he’s craving my smoothie
Calling it art, 
calling it moody
Said he never liked sweet, 
that’s funny
Now I’m stuck on his lips like honey
I'm not just a snack, I'm the groovy
Peach in the song, 
berry in the movie
He said “Was it real?” 
— absolutely
Now he can't move on 
— imma smoothie

Straw-suckin’ 
silence, boy, 
it’s simple

Smoothie

You met me in linen and low tide  
Fingertips tracing the hemline 
Your smile was all misread 
Like, “I don’t date”—
then lips instead 

Your voice slowed down the sunset 
Talked in circles I won't forget 
You said “This beach is too cliché” 
But you still begged me to stay

We never said what this was for But I wore less and you gave more 

You traced sunburns down my spine 
Told me secrets out of line 
Said you “don’t do things like this” 
Then kissed me 
just to twist the myth 
You watched me tan in your t-shirt
 I watched you try not to flirt 
We spoke in glances, 
held in sighs 

rolling on the beach 
with the tide

Babypin

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