second floor

Nov 16, 2005 19:14

i have turned nocturnal
and solipsistic
but that is hardly new.

the sinking feeling only comes from the looks of others.
so i try not to see them
(though i can feel their skeptic gazing and it burns if i think about it).

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i finally recovered weeks' worth of mail today
reading so many graduation notices in succession is liable to cause heart attacks
i am going to tell the surgeon general
he should put labels on mailboxes.
or she.

among the various suicidal thought inducing media
hid a fragment of a former self
one that i had all but forgotten completely.
from mom, along with prescriptions, a letter
so simple and seemingly trivial
i had to fight so hard to keep from crying in the campus center lobby
until the rain could cover me up on my cell phone speaking quickly and adoringly into a voicemail box
for one ruth.

what kind of person would i be without you, mom?
(best not to think about the atom bomb.)
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