Crumbling
I must write a poem in a public place. It is an ASSignment. Meanwhile, my mother has resigned herself to the study of quantum physics. Her lover is somewhere in Romania. My father continues to bake frenetically.
In my dream Hannah (not Hawnnah) turned into one of my small female cats and ate the other small female one (who was only trying to stop her from destroying the couch). It should be noted that when I say "ate", I really mean "absorbed through her cheek"). After that, she turned back into Hannah and told me she could never muster any friendly affection for me, and Sarah told me that I could no longer be her roommate. It is important to remember that my large male cat remained unaffected. I think this was a dream about gender roles and weightism. I'm glad that I'm sensitive to these issues.
My mom said that I can't marry Spiros and leave the country. I wanted to tell her to stop eating crackers for dinner, but I didn't want to sound FRESH.
I wrote a poem about how I used to think it was important to carry a fork around me for protection on Mettacahonts road. Some people felt it was too overtly political...this confuses me. Then again, some people also thought that my poem about eating chili was about the death of a loved one.
anyway
In my dream Hannah (not Hawnnah) turned into one of my small female cats and ate the other small female one (who was only trying to stop her from destroying the couch). It should be noted that when I say "ate", I really mean "absorbed through her cheek"). After that, she turned back into Hannah and told me she could never muster any friendly affection for me, and Sarah told me that I could no longer be her roommate. It is important to remember that my large male cat remained unaffected. I think this was a dream about gender roles and weightism. I'm glad that I'm sensitive to these issues.
My mom said that I can't marry Spiros and leave the country. I wanted to tell her to stop eating crackers for dinner, but I didn't want to sound FRESH.
I wrote a poem about how I used to think it was important to carry a fork around me for protection on Mettacahonts road. Some people felt it was too overtly political...this confuses me. Then again, some people also thought that my poem about eating chili was about the death of a loved one.
anyway