Sunday, September 10, 2006

a joke

I’m tired.
Last night I couldn’t sleep
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.


Lx said...

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

Rachel said...

Trust me - I got enough of my own.