complacency

laying in the bathtub
reciting my

"opening statement"

but really i'm

reciting the mantra of
why didn't I go to art school?

its hard not to recall the
black beaches of réunion
or

listlessness

when COMPLACENCY means get inspired instead of get a new life

sigh

I'm in deep.

où?

i always thought i would end up with an artist

to blend
our create
ivity
morning noon night

i'mlooking/ until i'm allworn out

there are so many unwritten letters in myheart with no one to be sent to.

work.

cocktails
for me
and the editors of
the journal (the best journal)

everyone whispered
"you
would have been
editor-in-chief,
if
you hadn't gone to
France again"

tell me something i didn't know
like i need
another reason
to regret

(but we are going to do well
and
thats
all that matters)


law and
sexuality?
priority.
it will be good
if it kills me

even if it isn't
mine.

rusty fire escape:

talk to me

squeak squeak squoak