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
You are swimming in the pulp attaching my eyes to my mind It’s convivial and Bohemian and ahead (or behind) the times To want only you and yet let you get any sort of satisfaction From anywhere you can find it and if I find it I’ll have the same reaction Yet accept us they … Continue reading Honor’sForce&FraudAccountatChaseManhattan
6:56 AM To him via text: A speechless man is a lovely thing at times but right now is when you should tell me what it is that you need. 9:00 AM To him in my mind: Every time that I give a little bit I immediately want to pull myself back completely. I don’t … Continue reading The Typical Procession of Sunday
The benefit of a couple of decades under your belt is being able to see yourself in others out loud- when you are young, it feels as if, there are no similar others- no one else can see or understand who you are inside but the fact of the matter is it takes a little … Continue reading Designated Driver
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
She’s Teasing him He’s Lying to her (He didn’t think she would but she will) She’s Inviting him He comes to hers (He didn’t think she could but she can) She’s Kissing him He’s Playing her (He didn’t think she should but she shall) She’s Stripping him He’s Suspecting her (He didn’t think he’d like … Continue reading Midwestern Midweek at Midday
