-- Took mama to work
-- Took myself to rehab
-- Sat through rehab, didn't think of sleeping
-- Drove to a mall, bought some clothes
-- Never modeled them for another person
-- Missed having a man in my bed
-- Picked mama up, picked sister up
-- Sat still long enough to watch a movie, in two parts
-- There was a nap somewhere in there, too long, too close to bedtime
-- Tried to read, couldn't focus my eyes long enough on the print
-- Looked at ArtForum instead
-- Thought about painting, wished I was a painter
-- Painted anyway
-- Threw out the painting
-- Wrote a list of dids and shoulds
-- Sat alone in bed, eyeing my pills
-- Wished they made a pill that let you swallow happy or at least numb
-- Locked the door, took off my clothes, laid down on the sheets, at only 7pm
-- Curled up next to the ghost of me and him
Wish I knew where all this was going.