Archive for April 25th, 2011
I say she burned the hell out of her toast and then added sickening apricot marmalade to the disaster. Close up the employee kitchen.
That’s a joke, you say. You have no power.
Quit and live under a bridge.
You can’t, you say. You quit drinking.
Nothing I dream about can happen, and if I don’t dream, I run into more burned toast.
Go ride your bike, go take a picture, write a poem, and paint on a surface.
I say thank God for giving me my escape hatches, and you are one of them. Sometimes, without you, I forget I’m okay.
Please, let me be me!
Such a crazy cry!
And I bow my head in shame.
Part of the mission is to be me.
I rarely am.
When I am, I feel terribly guilty.
What rotten roach is inside me?
What poisonous snake makes it so bad
for me to be me, even for a moment?