You know that we all disagree.
But there’s nothing you can do,
because we agreed about it.
tomato soup
You weren’t useful to me, you were arm-candy. If you knew to use black prince heirloom tomatoes, maybe I wouldn’t have needed someone else’s tomato soup. (For some reason all I can remember is the tomato soup and cascades of crème fraîche). Careless vine-less creature. I wanted the material haven my father promised me as a little girl. This isn’t New England, this is Manhattan, and the clam froth with regularity, in syncopated rhythms with my heart, and every time the dishwater runs white, I think of how you failed…
“I’m a grasshopper, no I’m a locust, from the bible…”
poised
Somebody gave me a free smoothie today and my throat felt swollen after I drank it. I think I may have been poisoned.
“Today.”
— An australian fellow gave me music to listen to a while back. I listened and made motion blur with my bicycle on the way to the money emporium. I felt confident about the situation, so I ate fried chicken. I came home to some sailors fishing in my backyard. I drank cider and beer. I made discussion and cut my finger open on the coffee table. I banged my hands on a stringed instrument and then some other stuff happened. At least I’m better at mario kart than other drunk humans.
