Fuck anxiety.
June 16, 2011
June 12, 2011
There is this—
what you forgot to say
when the moon pushed its fingernail
across the sky and you lay in bed
polishing your lover’s thighs.
Or perhaps you said it,
outloud, in a wistful voice,
but it was lost to the thrum of frogs
currying the creek, or
the sibilant swish of cars
hurtling past on the highway.
We live, we die, we join dust of the stars.
One night you asked for a sign,
but there is no sign, only this place
called yearning. The bees feel it too. See them
hurrying home at sunset, pollen clasped
between their legs, compelled by a hidden
geometry of slanted light.
May 17, 2011
dual wall sides
Kyle and I would never fight again.
May 16, 2011
May 14, 2011
May 12, 2011
Lunch
Orange pepper, corn flakes with skim milk and fat free yogurt. My girl had veggie deluxe pizza.
This is so depressing.
Donate your gall bladder to me?
*edit: I think the ultrasound tech bruised my ribcage while trying to get around it. I also have a junkie bruise on my arm from the bloodwork they did. This is what happens when too many good things occur in my life at the same time.
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I just want a plate of cheese fuck this health karma?
