Friday, July 9, 2010

ooo (a poem)

wine. drink. myself in the chandelier.

alone. gone to bed. the cats move around.

bugs hit windows and crickets.

ALONE.

I'm letting IT in.

Feels...

LIKE I CAN'T BREATHE. LETS HAVE A FUCKING ASTHMA ATTACK REAL QUICK. ITS THE WINE AND THE SODIUM NITRATES IN THE PRIME RIB AND THE SMALL CHILD SLEEPING AT MY SIDE I AM NERVOUS AND EXCITED. GET USED TO THIS YOU ARE COMING HOME FOR GOOD AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME BITCH. WAIT. YOU'RE NOT A BITCH THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT. I WAS SAYING THAT I'LL BITCH. ABOUT THINGS. THAT HAPPEN. THAT'S ME. AND THE WINE.

OOO...the moooon. alone. feels good. slow. down.

wow. that was quick.

feelings are strange.
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