the spring makes me feel like i'm brimming with something: i'm nervous, i feel it in my knees.

i am in between jobs and in between schools and in between love. if i had it my way, i'd run off to washington, or vermont, someplace with a shore but windy, not heat-standing-still. i'd take you, and we'd take turns driving barefoot. and pull over and eat ice cream from a road-side truck stop. this grey area only exists here, the wind would ( Read more... )

to you: there used to be an ampersand, now just a period. too many dear ( ) letters, you don't need mine.

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self-indulgence, i'm sorry:

i am sad in this moment : perhaps for good reason, perhaps not. i want company and it doesn't want me. i want to sit on the floor and listen to records in (definite/indefinite) your company. don't go away, no i don't even like blinking you out for a second. everything else is just noise ( Read more... )

you (definite) are central to the madness (but it's good, oh it's good) in my margins (and overflowing into the page).

i've resolved that nothing makes me much happier than being on a swingset with my legs stretched out towards the moon.

(and i wanted to name all the stars)

i have a new space. four new walls to scrawl on

you is usually indefinite: i feel too alive.

6:30 am, ten cent books.

i want to sit around and tell stories, about the things that make people's fingertips worn, that
dig the ravines in people's palms. i like (this one's definite) your company.

i am notnotnot good at being alone
it sounded nice, but i've given up on that already.

i like:

the french for umbrella : parapluie

your company

apricot jam

pretending i'm elegant

being in libraries

yawning

my heart on my sleeve