a particular prickly form

[i_am_a_hot_sale]

her breasts? I don't remember her breasts. I try not to. their lives seem impossibly charmed. missteps that seemed hazy indefinite coloring-outside-the-lines now have that same impossible weight.

so what keeps it together, what moves it for you, where's your why? day by day... eh. if I could take it day by day, if the days ever stopped coming.

I'm still holding on for something. I must be. I look out and say how do I make something of myself, I'm willing to start in the smallest amount.

I want to hurt someone like I hurt myself. someday...