I have fat ankles.

Apr 30, 2005 19:56

The room echoes so much more now that it is empty,
I can hear the neighbours walking up the stairs,
down in the basement,
There are 10 bags of garbage, bright orange, waiting to be taken outside.
Tomorrow I go back to a house.
People who probably don't want to see me anyway.
Running away to Montreal twice in one year is beginning to seem excessive.
I may just try the States next.

This is no melodrama. These are lists and facts. The probably makes it seem like conjecture but I am sure, I am sure, I am sure.
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