Thursday, February 5, 2009

one plus one

I used to wear you in a little pocket.  You grew and were like a cat in a bag.  Then you came out with a sharp sound and everything was rearranged. 

Here is my heart.  and these are my branches.  

Monday, February 2, 2009


I don't know why, but I can't seem to get ahold of it. I remember something about how no one looks you in the eyes when you walk down the street here. something about how I couldn't figure out which apartment was mine and I had to mark it by that one gangly evergreen. something about being hungover and smelling pie, or rotting fish. but that was a long long time ago, only really not that long.
The lifetime of a rat, only one that's not so clever.

Here I am today. This is what it is. THIS is what it is. I can't seem to get anything done besides wait for you to wake up, which doesn't take much doing.