Sound mixes in with love and it forms light.
Did I just say I love you? Did I just prove it?
But nothing happened. A minute went by, I blinked,
i swallowed.
These are the conversations you have with yourself.
Eating breakfast alone at the kitchen table,
it's a special kind of loneliness. raw and unfiltered-
organic, not from concentrate.
It makes eating and swallowing very difficult.
The thrill-- needle in the haystack.
I grab six handfuls of air and fold it into fours.
My lucky charms are getting soggy.
I confide with dust in the air,
my apology like broken glass swept under the rug.
tummy-ache.
Took a shower and then another.
You've got me like the flu.
I'm always here, I am always right here.
I light up a cigarette and ash in my bowl--
i never really liked cereal anyways.