now you.
Poem! I need to get my ass in a creative writing class again soon, Christ on a cracker. Also, back on that chapbook thing. No one will ever let me put their stuff in my pipedream like-a-zine-but-not-as-cool if I have no experience stapling things.
Short but cut? What. That's kind of dirty, sorry.
handholding
you help me write epic
incomplete sagas
of miscommunication and
bad relationship decisions and
the stupid things you commit to
when you're twenty-three
and how ridiculous
wrong
hot
it is to cut a brick wall
into someone's chest
and the imminence of gender crises
and the lack of lime jello packer anecdotes
and shitty analogies
like this one.
i help you write short
sad poems.
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Also!
Dear SPN people who haven't defriended me or filtered out this journal,
Hi! I miss you! I'm really fucking sad I'm not at winchestercon right now. This is weird, because I fully expected to be, you know, disappointed in an abstract kind of way, but not actively sad. I don't know. I hope, if you're there, you're having a fantastic time, etc., and let me tell you, though you probably don't care at all, if I could be there? I so completely would. It's just--I need my job, and I'm not allowed any time off until two weeks from now. Seriously, I can't even call in sick. SUCKS. Anyway, don't burn the hotel down.
Best,
BJ (who dreamed last night about leading an ethics panel at an RPF con. Do not want, subconscious!)
Bye.
Short but cut? What. That's kind of dirty, sorry.
handholding
you help me write epic
incomplete sagas
of miscommunication and
bad relationship decisions and
the stupid things you commit to
when you're twenty-three
and how ridiculous
wrong
hot
it is to cut a brick wall
into someone's chest
and the imminence of gender crises
and the lack of lime jello packer anecdotes
and shitty analogies
like this one.
i help you write short
sad poems.
---
Also!
Dear SPN people who haven't defriended me or filtered out this journal,
Hi! I miss you! I'm really fucking sad I'm not at winchestercon right now. This is weird, because I fully expected to be, you know, disappointed in an abstract kind of way, but not actively sad. I don't know. I hope, if you're there, you're having a fantastic time, etc., and let me tell you, though you probably don't care at all, if I could be there? I so completely would. It's just--I need my job, and I'm not allowed any time off until two weeks from now. Seriously, I can't even call in sick. SUCKS. Anyway, don't burn the hotel down.
Best,
BJ (who dreamed last night about leading an ethics panel at an RPF con. Do not want, subconscious!)
Bye.