Fashion.Poetry.

stupid.

to me, the word “love” aside from being cliché and trite compels me to think of immaturity. Except in the case of say mother-son love or the love you might have for a dying miniature puppy—love is in all ways OVERRATED.

tell me something specific about what it is you love. i.e. i love your onion breath in the morning despite the fact that you ate pho last night and Crest did you no good. tell me you love the way that even though i work in Visuals my entire bedroom counter and floor around my bed looks like Audrey Kitching and Teyana Taylor’s stylists’ had a rumble and it’s unanimous… Lalanii is a hot emotional mess of sorts and do so in run on sentences. say there’s something to love about the way love doesn’t— the way it won’t go inside of a suitcase and close tightly; you have to struggle with the zipper and say a few curse words. then of course when you get ready to board the plane the stewardess looks at you and points at a picture of that luggage model and expects you to make your suitcase dumb down to that. say something about how mad that makes you- to love me despite that. be more inventive and resourceful. have a piss about it.

tell me something other than i love you, i just love you. you love…  what? quantify that? qualify that! what makes you love the way my exhaustion hurts the way i can hardly smile lately? what’s love to me? what’s lovely? what’s loving if it’s said 12 times within an eleven minute conversation- so much as though more than likely it just pours out of your spout like second nature auto-pilot the way the my x’s car radio used to turn up when the car went faster. the way my daddy and i talk for hours and act like we don’t know any better. the way my kid plays X box and doesn’t hear the phone ring, the dishes in the sink, or his bedroom cleaned. tell me something other than i love you! tell me something other than something so pettily mild mannered and ultimatively untrue! you don’t love a damn thing about any of the things that I do…

but in this way… i can substantiate the fact that

i love you,

{end rant}