every day you are there. I rarely make it across the room to you. is that needy?
opening like a chrysanthemum, there is clearly too much of me and I start dropping my petticoats each day a little earlier in the afternoon.
humming is a detail of my distress. a way to claim space a voice might fill.
the freezer drops icecubes. a violence in the house, this colding.
my son lost his tommygun on halloween making his mobster indistinguishable from his rabbi.
the square footage of a cottage is inversely proportional to the square footage of the world outside the cottage. this may seem but is not actually self-evident.
I arrested myself. I found myself uncooperative. I resisted. I performed brutality. the video had people reacting across a spectrum: some said I deserved my actions, some thought with me that I had gone too far.