02.11.03 - 6:10 pm
i could tell you i don't update, but won't. because everything i haven't said is apparent already.
lately i've been living alone. the dishes that pile the sink are all mine; the cat rubs my shoulders in the early part of day; i open cans.
at night i walk to the bathroom naked. there is no one to find me there; perusing corporate catalogs, sighing in the cold, wiping back to front. i am a miracle of modern science: putting plastic on my eyeballs, drying my hair with hot air music. i sing. am desperate and alone. watch my face in the mirror as the morning takes shape.
i won't deceive you; there is someone else there. the bedclothes stay warm until the early afternoon.
and i don't know what to make of it.
