i noticed a graveyard for the first time today.
teeth smudged blond, gapped in pink gums and
his glasses give him pimples and
when he jumps on one leg up the front steps he worries he'll fall.
i stopped storing thoughts in the journal
under my bed and broke the papers into hateful shards!
she screamed at me and i looked at myself
and laughed. i eternally detest him? and
the earth does not spin straight. i hated everything
just this morning. i think something on the right track
has just happened and
i loathe that i believe it