Dearest Guru, I can see you now; raggedy red disheveled beard tickling your chest hairs- bald on top like the minute you were born, a little thin and sorrowful, eyes only bright from tears, furrowed brows, a barely noticeable slump in your shoulders, the worries of the world clawing your brain to shreds. I love … Continue reading Dearest Guru
Whatever the traumatic brain injury is that causes me to be obsessed with every little microbe about you I want to swallow the sickness whole… I know that whatever stroke I endure because of this impairment coursing through me that there is no survival- it will eventually and maliciously destroy my very essence- but I … Continue reading TBHQ
I woke up twice before the alarm to pee Ignored the first alarm but still ended up before the sun It was muggy but for whatever reason I never check the weather so I didn’t put on as much deodorant as I should have and felt funky most of the day. I was inspired though … Continue reading That one Bangles’ Song
Well now. Great tidings and many blessings blah blah blah… pfft, I don’t even know if you use this e-mail address anymore. Doesn’t matter really, I just miss talking to you. I feel like I have been in Ohio forever. I feel like I have come here to die and was unaware. I’m fighting the … Continue reading Confessions of Black Brigitte Nielsen
I never thought that I would miss your lying ass but I do a little bit. I miss going places with you and acting a complete ass and getting totally trashed and somehow knowing that I would make it home safely because of you. I miss the fact that you don’t mind being a freak … Continue reading Ruminated Rubbish
I hope that you never know what it feels like to not truly matter to anyone- At the moment I’m just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks- Nothing does. I need a category for comfort Commit to one. Label me. I’m fine with nothing. Nothing is familiar. Say, you’re nothing to me. … Continue reading Empty Junk Drawer at a landfill near Yellow Springs
There’s no easy way to survive, when the only one telling you lies is the person in your head, spraying dry rose shampoo on fake love dreads, dragging out the mental movies from my foolish yesterday, That old familiar replay, everything that he ever did, when he sat next to me and I rubbed his … Continue reading When Goldfish Die
