'Everything is beautiful,' I wail, my eyes unfocused. It's below freezing. I pull at my mom's burgundy gloves from Russia and think of her in Florida, looking at pelicans, thinking about the Roger Williams Zoo, and me. She writes distracted, submissive, tired, 'Time moves too fast when you're old ( Read more... )

I want more hours at work. I feel pretty dumb lately. My thoughts have been fairly stagnant, and I don't care to express any of them if they stray into something a little more interesting. Not being in school has rendered me restless and bored. I don't have enough self-motivation to read and write everyday without the deadlines and acknowledgment ( Read more... )

It hurts my chest. We sit in your bed and smoke packs of cigarettes and you grab my face with your coarse hands and introduce me to a screen ( Read more... )

I can never fall asleep at night because I'm too anxious and excited for the morning.

everything is working at the same time, but I've lied

fackinnnnnnn why are you so weird, I don't understand what happened and then happened, again. but we can't say.

and

why can't you be consistent; you're the only person i'm consistent with.

I want to race you down to the Steamship Authority ( Read more... )

You tore my eyes open
Grabbed my wrist
I held on

I'm waiting;
I'm waiting

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Everything is
Expecting to be filled
Now
But I keep
depleting
And killing things.