I want a hedgehog

I drink it up

I can't eat this can't
breathe back come
back or keep.

I can't I can't I can't

I could but I can't

It's not about

being woman or man or something else. Why the fuck
would you vote for McCain
because your woman didn't win
the nomination? I don't get it. I'm not looking
close enough. I don't get it. I just don't understand
often
how people can say the things they say
and I get caught up in it
and I fucking miss you
and I'm trying not to think trying trying to be interesting/interested/friendly and helpful to customers/worthy of tips/on time/befriended/be friends. Your voice breaks. Stop jeering. Stop booing. Everyone stop talking. I'm ranting this
isn't making sense altogether I can't
I can't manage these long days this thinking
not thinking hard enough well enough

I am not happy without you.

identification of mislabeled emotion, or disabling condition

you are scaring me, you
scare me off, you scare
me. you are scaring
me, you scare me, you are
scary things and scaring
me, you scare me there; i scare

myself or scar or can't
complete the action of
the thought.

she's on the news now
her hair screams but
more strings and
i pluck it out i pluck it
like a banjo string

you sweep your hair
off to the side, he does,
but her voice is so serious
so obviously trying to be both

the office and the officiator.

watched

cnn last night after getting back, saw "remembering tim russert;" but he was talking to larry king so he couldn't be dead. fuel charges affecting schools: they buy fewer library books and i ride to my workings. kyle, you were in my dream last night. i was going to make you a coffee "i don't like coffee"
"yeah, i know"
"make me a mocha"
which is ridiculous because you don't like chocolate either, right?
my hand itches.

D:

i don't like it when you're gone. i mean, i deal with it, sure, and i'm fine...but i am not a happy camper.
plus i've shorn my hair and it's a weird reality being without the both of you.

oh the glory, oh the beautiful beautiful glory