still as the most inanimate of objects
sad and sedentary
years spent , treasured, wasted
bloated with whiskey
swimming in the lake and hoping to drown
my bed is my home
the sun is a stranger
bleeding greedily onto a pink shag rug
a zombie at my closet
deciding which dress to die in
I recommend something orange with purple polka dots. For the sharp contrast to the dying and all.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're doing okay out there, maybe we'll run into each other again if I ever come back to Lawrence? (we all run from things, for many of us it's a simple matter of what).
where are you?
ReplyDeleteMarietta GA. My dad got sick and I had to go there to help him out.
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