remember that night
you gave me flowers?
the yellow carnations.
i keep them
in an empty bottle,
of sparkling
apple cider,
we drank together
one rainy evening,
waiting for something.
i can't remember anymore.
they are
dried now,
but still fragrant.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Yes.
Alarm clock goes off.
More sleep?
No. You need to get up.
Force.
Eat breakfast.
More coffee please.
No. You don't have time.
Force.
Sit in class.
Please explain again I don't under--
No. We must move on.
Force.
Stale practice room.
So tired can't I nap?
No. You are not good enough.
Force.
More work, paper scribbles.
Can't I have dinner?
No. You must get this finished.
Early morning hours.
I have to sleep now, please.
No. Work harder.
Force.
Climb into bed die.
Yawn.
Do you love me?
Yes.
More sleep?
No. You need to get up.
Force.
Eat breakfast.
More coffee please.
No. You don't have time.
Force.
Sit in class.
Please explain again I don't under--
No. We must move on.
Force.
Stale practice room.
So tired can't I nap?
No. You are not good enough.
Force.
More work, paper scribbles.
Can't I have dinner?
No. You must get this finished.
Early morning hours.
I have to sleep now, please.
No. Work harder.
Force.
Climb into bed die.
Yawn.
Do you love me?
Yes.
So Funny
she laughs
oh it was so funny
the way he looked me in
the eye
and said he didn't
care
the way we
screamed
at each other
she chuckles
so hilarious
being the other
woman
sex is so
funny
don't you think?
oh it was so funny
the way he looked me in
the eye
and said he didn't
care
the way we
screamed
at each other
she chuckles
so hilarious
being the other
woman
sex is so
funny
don't you think?
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