time passes like oil slipping down the sides of a hot pan
one drip over another, indistinguishable
if she asked you what you were thinking about you might feel that same weight, lighter than water
but she hasnt, and she wont, and if you could have a thought you would have thought it already into the pot to be boiled and served with your rice and vegetables
its lighter than water but its thicker, too
Surreal how hair can break off in any place it wants to
thats why i buried it, To have a sense of control. control over losing you
i dont think because it would be much too tough to chew. and i was never one for substitutes
Its been all or nothing. You could try but itd just be unsatisfying. we should sit in silence.
Its been all for nothing. i never would have gone to the library if it wasnt for you. no thoughts just piercing anger through gratitude
stitching them together like felt and cheap glue
both from the 98 cents store and made for you
time passes like flourescent lights that cant decide if theyre flickering or not. it could just be your eyes. never got new glasses. maybe that would have been the life hack
looking at things as if they were new… Regrettably, weve been informed of no distinguishment between past present and future
when youre growing youre unmistakably validating the state of shrunkenness too
its $3 less than the full hour
theres no proration
adjust yourself to early and late
times passes like an earthworm in your suitcase. uncomfortable but you cant worry about that now, the vegetables are burning.
