I will say
I am so afraid
how this twisted train
will come to its end.
the world is waiting, too,
while I piss on your hat,
and someone is french kissing someone else;
someone else is making a collage of it all.
so then we grew up.
I still know nothing.
in the end it boils down to accountability.
I have none so I will die with the shoes on my feet.
don't be sad, Dutchess.
don't be angry.
drink a glass of wine and take a nap and dream of me.
I'm was always so demanding.
but I believe in this carnivorous, anti-poetic life.
Living.
I am not good at it, but I love dancing.
here.
How many days do we have left to do the things that make our hearts speed up?
Let's have donuts in Portland, anytime.
I want to be a florist and learn the piano.
I want to kiss you hard in the pouring rain just so you'll shut up.