Sunday, August 25, 2013

Poem

3:30 in the morning
came home and cried
I miss my dog
and I feel like
I'm going to die
Rehearsed today to play some music
Felt so raw and unwell
It turned out okay and maybe will be fine
I miss love.
I miss dancing
I  took the long ass subway ride home and played
"Who has diarrhea?"
That wasn't a fun game.
I'm so tired - I need this change
I can't be a waitress
any fucking more.

Bye.

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