February 24, 2010 • 9:24 pm 1
I can’t imagine you’d come back to me for any good reasons.
But hey, remember when I used to curl up on the floor of my shower and let the water pour over my body? I would cry and cry and cry. Wah wah wah.
I can’t deny the hurt in my head any more than I can deny happiness in my toes. Sometimes it really is about feeling sad.
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February 11, 2010 • 3:59 pm 0
There is a second between one and three. Twotwo. Follow with your eyes, flex and spit…
A man wants a candybar. Do you buy it for him? Do you give it to him? Do you settle for the satisfaction of buying someone a candybar or do you eat your money? Spit it all up. Violently.
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February 8, 2010 • 7:04 pm 0
Hunger fits and fills the bottom of my stomach. She wraps her piano-player fingers around my waist and pulls me closer. This is familiar.
It’s not the fingers or the soft touches on my hipbones that I object to. It’s the whispers in my ear, those little questions that cause me to forget about myself and focus on the interests of others. I start to think, “Maybe I’m just a piece of shrimp on a plastic tray, now eat me.”
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