November 2011
23 posts
out here i can barely see my breath surrounded by jealousy and death i can’t be reached, only had one call dragged underneath, separate from you all this time i’ve lost my own return in spite of everything i’ve learned i hid my tracks, spit out all my air slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares i’m so tired sheep are counting me no more struggle, no more energy no...
It’s Christmas morning and I’m high on coke, and one of my sisters has given me this pretty expensive leather-bound datebook, the pages are big and white and he dates elegantly printed on top of them, in gold and silver lettering. I thank her and kiss her and all that and she smiles and pours herself another glass of champagne. I tried to keep a datebook one summer, but it didn’t...
After reading the book for the third time, I had... →
