psalm 91

"Didn't have names for their diseases back then"

Now I just have chlorine in the hole in my chest

Sometimes I think like you

I think I'd like your boyfriend too

Do you remember when we were Young Americans?

A story about two men in the one tab, psalm 91 open in the other

Think like a teenage boy, to the dismay of my mother

Bible verses dormant in the one tab, two lovers in a motel in the other

Maybe I wish I looked more like my mother

Ride through Target in advancements you don't need