Thursday, February 20, 2014

The sad ones are often the best ones, but the best ones are not always the sad ones. 

Sunday, February 16, 2014

guest

She's in the driveway 
screaming 
"This is Nat's house" 
down the phone
but
Nat's not here, she 
left before she arrived
her lower insides have left, even
escaped from her own body --
run away so she cannot run away

It is not possible to do the ol'
stealthy getaway on crutches. 



Thursday, February 13, 2014

somnartyrdom

I take pride in being
the last one awake
I wear the holes 'round my eyes 
like badges 
I tell myself 
I am Being Productive

what I am really doing is
RunningMyselfintoTheGround
one foot at a time,
one Ankle...

I recall
that they call that
acting the martyr