Showing posts with label us who think we understand some things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label us who think we understand some things. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I know

when is the last time I've been this ____? Monk. Bodega's and Duffy's. Shit son. Why do I always fall to these things and these places? I am disappointed/a disappointment. I just want us to ___ each other or eat each other or to hide inside you somewhere, curled up and inconsequential. I just want to be already moved and reading books. Don't cry anymore, woman on the television. I hide behind my lines so why won't you?