cdlxxix. memory

you don’t know how to make up for it.

cdlxxiii. blackout

tonight, it will be dark. again. the last candle melts away. there isn’t much to do but to wait.

cdlxvi. social ambitions

i’m doing all the right things, moving in all the right directions, spiraling up all the right circles to my dreams in higher places. the higher i get, the further i have to go.

cdlii. coming home after dark

is it any wonder that sometimes your most real, your most unpretentious, your least barrier to honesty that you put into words, the more people ignore?

cdlxi. marian

the desire to hear what you’re up to as a tale of glory is so strong in me. i go running to have something to do.

cdlix. be warned

don’t think for one fucking instant that i don’t have a heart.

cdliii. imagine

if you will, three mice. contrary to what you have heard, they are not blind, but are in a spaceship traveling near the speed of light. this makes them unavailable for your supper, yes.

cdxli. until

last night, after the rains, in that moment of mindless oblivion, you called out his name.

cdxxxix. i can beat anything

because i can remember when you had still flesh on your bones and hopes in your heart and great ideas in your head. and i remember when you stopped. and i kept going.

cdxxv. again, you

you recite your prayers to the tooth fairy, romeo and juliet, and the weeping lady across the street, knowing tomorrow he will kill you again.