dear friend,
it has been some time since i last wrote.
i sit here, at someone else's kitchen counter,
while drinking someone else's mostly finished bottle of white wine,
bathed in the dim warm light of someone else's christmas decorations,
unable to sleep.
on a whim, i allowed myself to sleep in until 10am,
and then proceeded to read in bed until nearly 1pm.
today was indeed a rare luxury.
after biking the few short blocks back to my house,
i got stoned and took a shower, or maybe i showered first.
i only use free expensive shampoo these days. until i run out.
i biked to the library and bummed a cigarette from a hippie outside,
she was all smiles and talking on her cell phone, american spirit, for sure.
went to a class at 7pm, someone passed out candy and i got sugar high,
sugar high and silly, in that way i can't stand about myself, where i talk too much
all the while, pulling out my hair, the asinine fat guy to my right driving me absofuckinglutely bonkers.
he's reminding me of that stupid smile one of my exboyfriends use to make,
i'm making the face now,
and it's revolting.
(i've switched to someone else's mostly finished bottle of red wine)
came home, ate dinner, watched tv with my boyfriend until it was time for bed,
i channel surf, he snores, i'd read but i just finished my book this morning,
i lay there, like i do every night, floating every last terrible thing i've ever done before the jury
tip-toeing downstairs, i find someone else's nearly empty bottle of white (now red) wine
and check-in on you.
it has been some time since i last wrote.
i sit here, at someone else's kitchen counter,
while drinking someone else's mostly finished bottle of white wine,
bathed in the dim warm light of someone else's christmas decorations,
unable to sleep.
on a whim, i allowed myself to sleep in until 10am,
and then proceeded to read in bed until nearly 1pm.
today was indeed a rare luxury.
after biking the few short blocks back to my house,
i got stoned and took a shower, or maybe i showered first.
i only use free expensive shampoo these days. until i run out.
i biked to the library and bummed a cigarette from a hippie outside,
she was all smiles and talking on her cell phone, american spirit, for sure.
went to a class at 7pm, someone passed out candy and i got sugar high,
sugar high and silly, in that way i can't stand about myself, where i talk too much
all the while, pulling out my hair, the asinine fat guy to my right driving me absofuckinglutely bonkers.
he's reminding me of that stupid smile one of my exboyfriends use to make,
i'm making the face now,
and it's revolting.
(i've switched to someone else's mostly finished bottle of red wine)
came home, ate dinner, watched tv with my boyfriend until it was time for bed,
i channel surf, he snores, i'd read but i just finished my book this morning,
i lay there, like i do every night, floating every last terrible thing i've ever done before the jury
tip-toeing downstairs, i find someone else's nearly empty bottle of white (now red) wine
and check-in on you.
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