Coming in to the arctic of a kitchen table and required paperwork.
Where’s that pen? No, not that pen, the good pen, yeah that one.
Itchy areola! Don’t scratch ’til it bleeds ‘cuz the pain later is worse
but that itch is like a crease in a tablecloth on my brain that I can never get straight.
IT DRIVES ME FREAKIN’ INSANE!
I never do laundry until I need clean clothes.
Man! I hope I never have to tangle with a tornado.
Moisturizing bothersome body parts.
Trying to put my mouth in a meditative state so I won’t be able to think about so much stupid junk.
How DO you do that anyway?
Counting the threads in a pillow case.
Three hundred! Really?
That is way too many to count.
How many responses to my comment thread?
I’ll go back to counting my pillowcase threads instead.
Visions of him and I writhing on a bed
me, begging to be made liquid again
Shake it off and get to work
address no fun address blah, blah, blah
I have many strands of hair enough to keep me warm at this table of a tundra
a barren landscape of fill in the blanks.
Man! The tedium of a form!
Music will do the trick of bringing focus to this boring task.
Aiming to keep on course so something classical perhaps.
Heavy lids that cannot stay awake
I will withdraw because it is much too late.
the cold again