The Messy Heads x Luna

NEXT FEW PAGES BY CYBELLE + EMMA*

IT’S NOT JUST A HELICOPTER IN THE SKY. THERE’S A PER- SON INSIDE. I SEE THEM ALL IN THE SKY EVERY NIGHT, DARTING ABOUT IN A LIQUID NAVY SHADOW. BAKING THREE CAKES THIS SUNDAY IF CYBELLE DOESN’T HAVE A FEVER. WE HAVE BEEN WAKING UP EARLY BUT SHE WAKES UP EARLIER. I CURL IN TO THE CORNER OF THE WALL. COF- FEE. KISS.

bed tilted on its edge so the sheets stay clean. sunday laundry sometimes. towels folded in thirds. squeeze toothpaste from the flattened tube. screen door breeze. drive anywhere-everywhere. sour candies. distant space fruits.

BABY PLEASE DON’T LET ME FORGET: FIND A SEWING MA- CHINE, YOUR MOMS PESTO RECIPE, LETS START PLAYING TENNIS, ORDER NEW INK FOR THE PRINTER, CUT MY HAIR REALLY SOON, GET A PLANT FOR OUR ROOM, WANNA GO TO A SMALL BEACH TOWN, SAVE UP FOR ANOTHER PAIR OF BIRTH YEAR DESIGNER, SORRY I THREW MY LOCKET DOWN THE MOTEL 6 TOILET, CAN WE GET A NEW NECK- LACE, SILVER GOLD AGAIN.

change the channel on the blue tv screen, share socks, swimsuits as outfits— cheaper than ac. find $40 on the ground. let’s go to vegas. let’s have a wedding and another wedding and a party. seeing things, like numbers three in a row three of the same, good luck charms, charm bracelet. ballet slippers, breakfast in bed, roaches in seashells. pearls and diamonds at our feet. dusty boots.

WHAT DO U WANNA MAKE NEXT, WHAT DO U WANNA DOa _______ ! i was texting you about it today