Monday, August 1

nestle. bustle.

ache rising from my belly to my throat and am devoid,
like some foolish teenage girl, touch my lips,
long for kiss, and oh am tired of chewing for carrots
that don't feed my too large belly, and my pants too
tight, tired of here, tired, tired, tired, and the
plans I need to be making; why I had to try and look
him up I don't know, but if he's not in the phone book
....maybe he's gone and I can be there without worrying
later this week....just want to be at home today, getting
things done, doing what I want--smile if it sounds dope...
crunch, crunch, crunch, changed my password to poesia today,
and itmkaes me think of poetry and what I should be doing,
and what I am not doing, and what I want Oh what I want
so big and loud--I want to be out loud again, and wild,
and laugh, and feel my limbs falling around me. It would be
nice to go to the lake this weekend, but I don't want
to do it with anyone really, I would like to go and do
it on my own, be alone, be thoughtful, HA!