Friday, January 27, 2006

cxxxiv

Even though the day
got ugly I embraced
my insecurities.  I admit
that I am an obstacle
for potential buyers.
Having just paid for
my new apartment,
I went walking
around the
cemetery.  Factor in
my attitude toward
profits from referrals.
It’s beautiful,
eerie.  He
accused me
of being a bad
boyfriend.  I
emphasized my
consumer gains.  Why
I was a poet.  A
scrapbook.  Of
tombstones.