only to me the
heaviness of being stripped
raw in front of him
lightly his face and
neck while the rest of his
mouth it wasn't so much
strange graciousness of
his mind still wasn't furnished
for two but the thing
and porn. back to the
kitchen emotions rolling
like storm clouds over
only by posing
as a person or plan--or
even a new spin
clouds over a deep
chill what brings you to sit on
couches back against it
***
I have a calendar full of things to do today. Real, tangible things. I am more than vaguely scared, more than vaguely bored. Must get through this day without flipping out and shooting people.
