in a loving deficit, touch on an arm, no contingencies for taking my time (i could die here, it’s all the same), i love the way the state of being hungry lands in my body, there’s an accumulation of things i want to do but i don’t need to write them all out. i tell my self no low hanging fruit for now. i wish people wouldn’t ask me where i would live if i wasn’t in austin, for me it’s all here.