December 2010
7 posts
I threw up in your jeep and I still love you.
sleep
I can never bring myself to fully fall asleep anymore.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another. My brain won’t slow down, my heart is too heavy, my skin is a map. I’m either starving to death or I’ve gorged myself to the point of obscenity. All I want to do is vomit and purge. Start a diet of eating people’s dreams and biting off their heads.
I want...
aging gracefully
when I am old, I will keep bees in my garden.
I’ll be as frail as I want. I’ll eat when I want and what I want.
I’ll smoke my cigarettes and if the smoke should swallow me up, I will let it.
If memories make me cry, then that’s okay.
I’ll have my books and my photos and my blankets.
I’ll make a nest for myself with down comforters and quilts.
I won’t...