The Four of Swords crossed by the Queen of Wands

Apr 20, 2006 22:03

I will not obscess about
the best Seattle trip I've ever had
and days of sleeping folded together like blankets
with sheets over the gent and I
or worrying about my heart stopping
and my lungs failing before the cigarettes kill them
and the nagging sense that no, this is not normal
because I may be a staff writer at a lad's magazine
I may be a manager, in a shocking turn of events
all of the worry about the theoretical future may be for naught
just as I speculated
but for now I am focusing on the day to day
the work responsibilities I find more and more tiresome
and the thousand tiny sensitive spots I could never knew existed
until they were stabbed or licked
and how good it is to be in my apartment alone sometimes.
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