you have no idea what you're doing, so i get the materials and sit down next to you. you detest the help, but i break through and give you the first instructions. you look at me and listen carefully before doing it wrong and i laugh. our friends surround us and try to make out our quiet whispers and giggles. another question, another interruption, another praise, another touch.
i have no idea what i'm doing, but damn, i love you.
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
