I like 5 a.m. Sometimes, like this morning, I see it because I haven't gone to sleep yet. Headphones, sarong, bong, limbs askew. "Fuck it." After two hours of lying there and telling my head to give it a goddamn rest already I made my peace with the fact that I won't sleep until most people are starting their work week.

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The first time we slept together was in a kitchen in Brooklyn. Well, you slept. Having stumbled from a little dive called The Alibi, we found ourselves attempting to slumber half-propped up on a small couch with an office chair for our feet. She'd snickered at me as she took his hand and led him into her room. We had one of those cracked-out ( Read more... )

For the past two days I've let someone talk me like I'm stupid. Dim-witted. A dolt. My boss told me to. Twice today I excused myself, locked the bathroom door, turned the facets on and just fucking laughed and laughed. Wondered if maybe this was the moment. The moment I finally lose my fucking marbles- in the bathroom of an assisted living facility ( Read more... )

I need someone to tell me the difference between growing up and giving in. Because when I try to do and the math, my chest constricts painfully and I start thinking about cigarettes. I fuck around with my cheap guitar, to keep my fingers busy.

When day is through
I will come to you
And tell you of your many charms

Craving some quality public transportation conversation. A day to wander around a city and spend too much money on books bought on  impulse and food not normally tried. The glimpses of someone you'd fall in love with, if everything in the universe were different. Hey, he's staring too ( Read more... )

What if I'm chasing something that isn't real? Sparks. The sense that you really couldn't live without the other person. I'm trying so hard to be logical about this. He's more than I deserve, really. The thing that hurt the worst when he cheated, is that he was really just confirming what I'd suspected all along. I wasn't enough ( Read more... )

"Remember that lady that was kinda off her rocker at the bar the other night?"

"Mmmhmm." She was super interested in us. Demanded to know "our story," something I've never attempted to relay to ANYONE and I wasn't about to try it for the first time on some kook in a bar in Brattleboro on a Wednesday night. So I passed the buck, and it was ( Read more... )

No cookouts for us today. Today is my Friday and his Monday, and this morning when he left I was out cold. Didn't hear his alarm or the espresso kettle's splutter or the pipes groan. I'm sure he came in and kissed me goodbye, because he always does. He must've been on time, having a smooth morning because Late/Tornado/Freeman isn't something you ( Read more... )

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I need a keyboard. I have at least two, and an old school electric organ that was my mom's in the fifties. Somewhere. Grandma's attic maybe. I probably gave them away, I do that a lot.  I thought I was done. The hardest fucking part for me to understand is that I didn't even feel like I was festering. I just didn't feel it anymore. I thought I'd ( Read more... )