decembme

with a whimper. I put down the meusli, I put down the grapefruit I halved (done right) because it tastes bad to me, or it's from texas, or, or, the beans in my stomach making puff puff at me. I think all the herbs from all of the world come into me through the nostrils down the throat. I lost my appetite because you thought I might drive round the crescent to fetch you at 8:30 drop my hat, take you to work, did you stay up too late? oh no, did I should rescue you? I am not that me, anymore. it's december, let's get up. this is pretty real, in me. growing back your bones, we see with it in them now.

screamy

for those of you writing, I'm suspicious
I have amillion miles long
I am waiting.
I'll sit with your body folded up in me
we're under them, dots con to each, like the pen drops
on your sheets
wish I could find an animal for it
but no matters.

I am growing, in & up too
I've
left, we've talked about it
I'm here for the 4 or 5
nickey britta luke river dad

I like to look at what the others are doing.
I DO not like to think about what I'd be doing otherwise.
I keep glancing out the window for your
spiderlong
and I am wondering, where did you,
& I fairly shed on you

hanging in front of the bowling alley

is great work. I am so tired today. I think my nails are growing long, they don't look too terribly shabby, grubby. I guess I don't reeally care anymore. I am an idc person today. how did I get so many obligations. what do I care

about

it? I mean, why. I took this good pic in front of the bowling alley, but no one wants to see it. so why would I care? I have nothing to say. I just like june, but I want to float preparedly through june & july. I want the hot car, goin to states new to me. I want to make me into a new-to-me kindof girl.