bev,
i was in the library yesterday
and i saw you.
you were drawing in a
thick handmade sketchbook,
the pencil
scribbling furiously
i would have
said hello,
but you looked so content
and i would have only
ruined your
tranquility.
YOU ARE READING
postcards / benverly
Fanfictionin which ben and bev write each other poems on postcards and put them in each others' lockers, every day. (lowercase intended)
