I like

I like tree roots that burst through cement. I like sneaking plates of chicken shawarma into the theater. I like people who talk about their fuck ups. I like people who don’t pretend to know. I like changing my mind. I like wearing XL crew neck sweatshirts in the morning. I like a mischievous shoulder shrug. I like my coffee thick. I like dwelling. I like people who like me. I like laying on the floor. I like owning hand me downs. I like taking showers in friends’ houses. I like eating an entire bag of frozen sweet cherries. I like poppies. I like topiaries. I like unadulterated charisma. I like hearing the firefighters play catch outside my window. I like leaving the party while I’m still having fun. I like looking through my left eye. I like foods that crunch and crunch and crunch. I like when the air smells like boiling macaroni water. I like working on my transverse abdominals. I like people who pay attention to their feet. I like knowing whole souled people. I like a little red light therapy. I like making shitty art. I like A to C thinking. I like eye contact as a language. I like being able to walk there. I like a nice hand on the back. I like putting the restaurant’s silverware in the hoods of people’s sweatshirts like my Dad used to do. I like a fridge with lots of magnets. I like a cackled laugh. I like sitting on the edge. I like that you can smell me coming.

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