my mind is throwing fits. eyes playing tricks. teeth biting lips.
tape won't even stick.
probably because my hands get clammy when i think of you.
or maybe it's because the a.c. has been broke since winter last year, and today's high was 93.
either way, i can't tell. all i know is nothing is working anymore. and you're on mind, incessantly.
can't get the paint to form the right drips. there's no one who wants to knit. the plug in the wall is only for those who would like potential electrocution to commence. the blinds have holes from the cat making the window seal her home. a.c. is broke. the incense makes too much smoke. relationships too much to hold. constant sounds of a buzzing fan and a man who walks in the attic coupled with the t.v.'s constant static.
nothing is ever quiet enough.
nothing is ever quite enough.
all of the roads are rough.
and these city lights make it tough to see the stars and stuff.


goodnight,
xoxo.