Sep 05, 2005 22:12
darling darling darling,
i collect the breathe of men. i store it in glass jars marked "stale".
he says i'm crazy. i walk into the bar and i over hear him ask you if your'e alright.
i walk in quietly. each breast a small handful. my back, the place where your hands had once been.
everything inside me is octopus ink.
i run thru the streets, homeward bound, with a carton of milk in my hand.
i paint cupcakes and a praying mantis.
things couldn't be any more simple.
any more mad.
... j love...