I write about her on my phone, because it’s so much more faster.
I make poems when I’m stoned, and make more when I’m plastered.
I write about her at home, jot down words between lecture.
I write about her on the loo, could just write about her forever.
I write about her on the couch, pencil my girlfriend into my bed.
Imagine her present now, write about my girlfriend getting undressed.
She‘s moved into my mind, but it completely accepts her.
I write about her on my phone, and then transfer it to letter.