ruminating
so i am putting your burgundy shirt, the one with the amended collar, on a hanger, and i feel an earthquake between my breast bone and my guts. why do i secretly want to be your housewife? and i have to stop working to drink coffee and post to my little blog, to capture this moment, and it so apparent to me that i would be a terrible housewife i have to laugh at myself.
and rather than go back to work, i log into that tribe, and you are making funny about the sacredness of female ejaculation. i don't bother tell you that there *is* (godammit) something sacred about the female orgasm, i don't really need to, because i know that for you, humor comes before reality, and i love that too.
i am so scared to feel the way i do. its hard for me to be quiet, sit still, not fret, but i am trying, and for the most part, suceeding. it is therapeutic for me to be lost in fun, like yesterday, and not give my mind free reign.
today you asked me to be home for you tonight, and the first thought that crossed my mind was that i had done something wrong and you were going to break up with me. why do i always leap to abandoment? these are the thoughts that i share with no one for they are boring, and useless, and eventually will be a relic to my youth.
and rather than go back to work, i log into that tribe, and you are making funny about the sacredness of female ejaculation. i don't bother tell you that there *is* (godammit) something sacred about the female orgasm, i don't really need to, because i know that for you, humor comes before reality, and i love that too.
i am so scared to feel the way i do. its hard for me to be quiet, sit still, not fret, but i am trying, and for the most part, suceeding. it is therapeutic for me to be lost in fun, like yesterday, and not give my mind free reign.
today you asked me to be home for you tonight, and the first thought that crossed my mind was that i had done something wrong and you were going to break up with me. why do i always leap to abandoment? these are the thoughts that i share with no one for they are boring, and useless, and eventually will be a relic to my youth.