In Reality

I think I've realized that, at heart, I am really just a very silly little girl. This leads to many complications in adult life, and several frivolous tears.

Written on My Wall

I went away for a weekend, and I think my refrigerator wrote this.

Written on My Wall

We incubate lies together
like love or drunken dreams
then heave and pant
under ugly weakness

stop

rip it out please

say it --
not
in a whisper

Who will want you when it's over?

some say always.
not me.

07/28/07