Jun 01, 2002 17:41
this sinking feeling: i think i miss you.
and sleeping terribly late on sunday mornings:
it seems worthless now, it used to ground me.
i always thought i'd make pancakes in the morning,
but never did. there was, i think, one failed attempt:
i can't get them to be round.
i'm an idealist, i have to complete the circle.
i'm sorry, dear, i'm sorry: i didn't realize comfort
is a romance. there's charm in my coconut shampoo
sharing a shelf in the shower with your edge shaving cream.
gel, not cream.