I've been thinking maybe you would hang around as a ghost ( Read more... )

My variable ability to experience things like walking places or eating or talking to people what could be called normally ( Read more... )

Escaped and in an altered but not renovated Armory bathroom I was surprised to discover that ( Read more... )

I'm feeling a little whiny and neglected even though I know that everything is fine.

I also have bloody heels.

I was thinking, on my way back from class this morning, that if you can hide it-- it's not serious, or it isn't real.

Exhausted and I can't remember:

what you were like when I was small, maybe, or
what age I was when my feet (used to)
touch the ground in all those imposing rows of desks.

I'm trying to occupy a real space but that's ( Read more... )

I don't know I'm thinking of firesides and
quilt mountains, my
burning ears so cozy warm its consumptive

today I realized the small of your back and
invented your mouth
I never edited my dirty feet, though

(privacy of sheets)

I'm feeling a little bowled-over and fragile right now. And since I wouldn't know how to talk about it I have no real way to interpret whether I'd like to.
I'm not at all sure what I'm asking you to do here but I'm positive that whatever it is it's vital.

Maybe I should bake or something. What I really want to do is cook a mountain of eggplant in a variety of delicious ways, but I don't know. Our fridge is packed right now, it's dumb. I couldn't save any leftovers of anything. Hopefully people start buying less food, because I've hardly even been eating anything and I know it isn't mine ( Read more... )

It would be wrong to say that I-- well. Put it this way. I feel more like cold, scrabbling at the bottoms of the doors of my house, edges of windows: with clumsy, blunted fingers ( Read more... )

Dinner and a movie with Kelly, Dan, and Kim were both pleasant [and, perversely, pleasantly so, since I suppose a part of me believes underneath they all dislike me]. Eggplant; excess chocolate mint liqueur; Star Trek Monopoly [not too skilfully rewritten]. So that Kelly could drink, I slept on their couch and thought about relationships; dreamed ( Read more... )