why must we divide life into day and night when the substance is the same
skin that smells like lavender and hair that smells like green tea. people are moving in the bathroom. i hear drawers open and close and get the crazy idea that if they stay open, my eyes might stay open too. my head is a melt of cutting videos in the basement, peter godber running from hong kong, whale sex. my body is a melt of lotion and scent and comforters. im completely alone in the room, and i feel like Earth is hugging me. i dont know how to hug it back so i just go limp and smile. i smile and imagine an armadillo dancing with a skunk in the reading room of the undergraduate library...i mean, i guess sometimes you just feel good.
posted by Anonymous @ 11:39 PM
