Note: for R & S. I want to chase out all the anger in my body like a father who gave up on loving me years ago. Chase out this anger because I’m not supposed to like anger, I’m not supposed to like showers so hot I nearly faint like my sister one day last [...]
One cannot hope to acquire all of language,
sex sells and buys people like currency
I want this self hatred to come off like dirt but how can I sell a habit I’ve taken years to buy,
And in the end it came to this:
You said you were fine
I was the last off at the bus stop.
Unfamiliar handwriting. My hand rustles the page.