home | | | | | |archive | | | | | |profile | | | | | |notes | | | | | |previous | | | | | |next


2009-03-31
what I've done to myself


I can't bring my breath to the telephone. I buried a clock in a pile of weekends. I can't dress myself in skin and pretend to be human. Isolation fluid discolors what's left of my existence.



previous | next