Kali Fillhart
The straight chick I had a crush on in high school has a girlfriend now
You and her on the beach skinny And aesthetic I wish the Instagram post Didn’t bother me We didn’t talk we didn’t share secrets Seashells or inside jokes or seaweed kisses No flirting and floating on toxins But I dreamed about you blushing sunburn as we found ourselves stranded on a closet island where our boyfriends couldn’t find us You the moon pulling me the ocean by the jean pockets I imagined you licking the sea salt from my tattoos hands in shallows sand soft breathing waves’ rhythmic sshhhh lulling us silent We both fucked too many straight dudes for this shit for our paths to cross again in a picture of your tangible love on the hips 38 | Windhover 2021
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