i'm not angry.


your wine bottle floats in my stomach. breaking the lining with shards the branches off dogwood he would smack me in the face with with. i ran against the walls of the house. blue grey bloodshed of color. my father with his redhead skin and his sensitive hands building porches impressing me. with structure for me to build to secrets under. lay over. rocks. and sky watching dogwood climbing snow sleeping frog catching child of w0nder. i had no lover except a tobacco moon in a town bred too soon. by incest and hypocrisy. i was there watching. trying to fit in like a round peg in a square hole.

these cookies you bake are not for free.

i try to believe in jesus because being raised by an atheist is too depressing to consider. 7-17 year old babtist just to prove this dress and sneakers.

any place is better.









...................................................................................... you get a fast car. i got a plan to get us outta here.





my pointer finger doesn't fit on my hand.
the nail is too round and precise. i feel like the rest of my body in completely indecisive. and cannot live up to its expectations.