Sunday, September 10, 2006

a joke

I’m tired.
Last night I couldn’t sleep
Restless
Hot and then cold.
When the alarm sounded
It felt like a joke.

I’m full.
Pockets balloon out at the sides
But never too big.
Tie them off when they’re still small
Or I won’t find my way back
Unable to cover my tracks.
It is essential to keep up with the appearance
Of emptiness.

2 comments:

Lx said...

my shit is rubbing off on you.
take your pills, girl.

Rachel said...

Trust me - I got enough of my own.