So here it is,
layed on the table,
blackend and smoldering
rotting
but all there
in every little
nuance:

Yes, I have a problem.

No more elephants
in the living room...
no more denial, no more
pussyfooting around it.
There is a problem,
and I have it.
A disorder, a train of thought,
a negativity in my mind...

So are you happy now?
Now that I've admitted it?
Does it make you feel better
to have a name on it?
To have everything wrapped up
in a neat psycological package?
Do you think I will
join your
twelve step program?
Do you think I've taken
the first step
by smoothing out all the
wrinkles and creases
on the dress
of my skeleton in the closet?
Do you think its that easy?

Yes. I have a problem.

...I swear to god, I'll fix it
baby,
just as soon as I lose
five
more
pounds.

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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