I usually live out of bags
bites
cough
ice is to east coast as banana is to slippery
like the right side, something has slipped in my brain which makes writing happen again
they say edie and her family and her family and her family
and what's that willie nelson song that dad wants played at his funeral?
I'm a rather messy and quick eater
I eat goat cheese try and flick the crumbs away but they just smear into my clothes
kant: what causes laughter is the sudden transformation of a tense expectation into nothing
when somebody says something I disagree with but I don’t wanna get into I usually just say “please” as if that would sum up all my thoughts on the subject
packing up takes a long time cause beforehand we have to take the cat out on a rehearsal pre-drive so she’ll shit and piss herself in a controlled way
sometimes she still shits and pisses during the real thing
now when I come home I act more like a child than I did before I left
the sky is a special color right now
I can’t capture it with my phone but I try anyway
100% of times I guess that I’m moving in the wrong direction
this place should be my north star but my body feels like it’s flowing south
going upstate already makes me happier
all I do now is stay up very late talking to my dad
he’s finally telling me his life story.
nobody asks me about my horrendous smokers cough
I try not to fixate too much on how short my breath has been getting
I’ve started texting with an ex again
he was in my dream the night before he texted me for the first time in a year
Thursday, December 26, 2024
listless
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
so ive been asking to come clean and become clean
Push-n-pull in the slivers of light obeying the demands of water on earth. There is a lotus shaped dance I did once, that stroked my gold ...
-
The slug exits mole city, it rickets and bumps against the sides of the lane. I could conjure an image so fast, faster than you. I see a tra...
-
Deeply and irrevocably sticky today. Jam hands coated in rain and humidity and a kind of sweat that is jostled between skin and makeup. I wr...
-
She was out kicking cans in the particular morning that I left her Tickle my armpits she said and we’ll listen for the voices we know If the...
No comments:
Post a Comment