bedtime story
︎︎︎ Talina Meinheit
︎ AUG 7, 2022
He calls himself no one.
Stole my shell to get inside,
but coming every time's
too contrived . Rather
see him see me,
he'd rather lie
in between . All I
can do is thank God
he never sent a tune
and no music
reminds me of you.
Stole my shell to get inside,
but coming every time's
too contrived . Rather
see him see me,
he'd rather lie
in between . All I
can do is thank God
he never sent a tune
and no music
reminds me of you.
Talina Meinheit grew up on a farm in Lyon County, Iowa. She currently lives and writes in Minneapolis.
Also by Talina: morning clarity, let dry, Out