thoughts don't get more scattered than this.
02/02/2004 08:36 p.m.
i don't write poems anymore 'cause i've got
nothing to say.
i guess being alone is pretty uninspiring.
but i can still write plain sentences
with interesting line
breaks
and pretend like they're poems.
that's all i ever do,
anyway.

*

i hope you hold her tight and i hope you
love her for all she is and
hate me for all i'm not
because i find myself as
less
and
less
each time my mirror says good morning.

*

my body
thick around the edges and
warm in the center
longs for a body
like your's
stiff and sexy
to share heat with.

*

often times i wish i spoke a language
more beautiful than this one.
I am currently Scattered
I am listening to ani difranco