my best friend the doctor won't even tell me what it is that i got

[applenoire]

mydriasis & dehydration. 
she told me to stop smoking & always use a condom.

i'm back in my hometown.

two pairs of sock 
two sweaters
one shirt
one tank
one black jacket
two pairs of gloves

i walked to the old hill where i think and thought supernaturals live. 
faeries, gnomes, hill-dwellers, who knows.
i thought of the natives that used to live here, walking in the cold in the night looking for a home.

i looked at the almost-full moon (isn't it full somewhere?) and remembered we're all spinning, always moving, even when we stand still.
i wrote in my finest handwriting in the snow:
"we all die."
it's comforting. my greatest comfort these days. i think i think about it a lot.

my right pointer finger is so cold now. it aches. we're all dust. 
bob dylan says we don't live or die, we just float.

i'm in love with the man on the moon.

i don't talk much because there's so much to say.
i just sit and listen and sometimes i close my eyes and go inside.



merry christmas?

how are you? what are you asking for this year?