
my stomach is full
of egg yolk balls, plump and live
like a grenade of
homesickness that I cannot
escape from this time
"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume."— Romeo & Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
my stomach is full
of egg yolk balls, plump and live
like a grenade of
homesickness that I cannot
escape from this time