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June 13th, 2011 § 1 Comment
This isn’t working:
I woke up to the cries of a child
and she kept me up until I opened the door
and led her to her mother.
I woke up at ten
only to fall asleep again
“Yo, you awake?”
and I heard she was alive.
Good.
I hate this, fighting to stay awake
and the night before, at too early in the morning, I said, “Laura can’t wait to wake Arianna up tomorrow.”
We were supposed to have ice cream.
Notrodomous predicts our future
and I eat a sandwich that I have taken the chicken out of because it’s not real.
It’s octopus.
You’re learning to love you more because he doesn’t and I suppose I’ve come to terms with it,
Your theory is right.
They do love each other.
But it’s sad and I don’t want to share.
It’s our day off.
I think I’m fine
I see the people I admire most
and they make me laugh and remind me of my real power
“Well, I was just being mean to him.” Really mean, and he deserved it.
“I don’t want to kiss you because you don’t deserve it.” So I didn’t, and he left, and I proved a point.
The cat attacked the baby tonight
and she screamed like I’ve never heard her scream before
and for a moment,
I thought she was happy.
i always enjoyed your writing. thanks for sharing once again.