09 November 2009

'oh bless their hearts'

it's like waking up in the middle of the night cold like camping without a sleeping bag

it's like knocking your knee into the edge of the table every time you come near it

it's like checking the mail and realizing no one sent you anything, again

it's like missing the bus when another one doesn't come for an hour

it's like burning the garlic bread because you put 'broil' on

it's like paper cuts in the webbing between your fingers

it's like slipping/falling in the shower

it's like losing your birth certificate

it's like biting into a popsicle stick

it's like a bad orgasm

it's like a bad hug

it's like a flat tire

it's like that

1 comment:

  1. ouch. i just bit my dry, lower lip when i have no chapstick, and i'm sitting in a chilly room. it's like that.

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