Do you like me?
My anger takes a deep breath.
I stare at a white fireplug while
exhaling. We are
adorable
when we buy the album and
get all of their autographs.
It’s likely that I will never
see you again. I slam
my
hand down onto the note
book and scream my
cat’s name. We are
the
Curiosity Twins, hounded
by love. Well, I can
only
speak for myself. I’m
learning to only speak
for myself. This is
called
gracious living.
However
much we are related.
Esp
ecially the keyboardist.
“I’ve lost my passion,”
I tell him. He makes
a
note of it before encouraging.
This from a chitchat.
Also
edgy. Yesterday,
moody,
melancholy, but not
horribly so.
