for now i have a key on my key ring
that opens a door to a place
where i sleep and eat and
live a little.
and for now that may
be all i have.
no flowers or candy or
letters with scented paper.
it may just be me for now.
but that cant be so bad.

its time to fill up on gas
and face the truth.

so i have been sick for about a week. kind of a cold with a bad cough thing. and everything seems to be going awry. he and i have been fighting a lot and i dont like it one bit. i love that he is talkative and bouncy but sometimes i wish he would just shut the hell up and listen to me talk for five minutes. i tried to get him to do that but he kept ( Read more... )

"I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after."

my new weaving. oh yes.


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i have calculated and miscalculated every careful move i make. overthought and overplanned every syllable from every word i speak. i drive with both hands on the wheel, clutched tightly to its rubber casing and perferated finger rests. [ten and two] and even in the way i love you, i plot and plan. i pray and beg that i did the right thing and made ( Read more... )

WOOL IS GOD.

i got new bedding for my room.
and these air freshners that smell like cinnamon,
[ like home ]


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