I friend myself like I am the only friend to have.
The real-life friends I had turned into real-life monsters.
Who needs friends in real life when they turn into fr-enemies anyways?
Now I can exist write without the terror.
I add distance to them as if it were gas applied to bed bugs.
You know I live in NYC when I reference the bed bugs.

Finally, from Xanga, from Blogspot, to something new.

Now to find some friends.
Would it be strange to collect random friends?
As if they were pebbles?
Or insects?
Would that be so strange?