There, there’s nothing
 
i became a daily haunt
with a baggy coat
and overgrown skin
which hangs
        just slightly
 
because
 
biology sometimes sags
cells decline
to earth.
 
i lay in this overgrown hunk of tree
just to hum for a long time.
when i was a ghost before
 
 and you thought i was a little girl
because ghosts always are or soldiers
  but i was just me
grown into grains,
i just wanted everyone to relax.
i was milk poured into
cereal, stirred, and sitting until
warmed by the room,
sucked by a man
who’s mean to a child.
 
- Gavin Doyle
 
Two childhood friends, Gavin and Julia have brought together their individual forms of self expression to make one heartfelt piece of art. 
 
Handpainted
1/1
32" waist, 30" inseam