Thursday, October 17, 2013

Monday, October 7, 2013


Something really, really new, and I'm sparing with it, even when pretending, but that's okay, it follows my age, and I've been thinking of me lately, like that oldness, like that Kate, and her ways, and how she can--everything--and I can--nothing--after all. Only.

Fuck That Mess

All the time.
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning

Screwdriver melody

Work, work. Work, work.
You better work bitch.
earnestly agree with
You better work bitch.
And No sleep til


Body. Body. Close.
Hungry, I suppose. 
I don't settle.
But I can sink in. Move again.
Make things easy.