dirt verse

moving from old apt to new one in two days. and I want to honor my life here for the past 5yrs. if this place has a soul, if this place was flesh, maybe it would be I don't know sad that we're leaving. so to my home now, I hold in honor all your creeks and pulls and push the sounds that happen as you settle in accepting me as a nude accepting me as I write/create and saying goodbye to us.

celebrating my youngest sibling's birthday: 1. the two of us 2. guiness & gin 3. pool table, many accidents 4. people to make fun of 5. TX heat 6. friends we love

my friend Six, I miss her so much. she is a twisted, pretty one. and seriously, I just miss her terribly. are you out there waiting for me to say something first you asshole.

searching my self and skin pore by pore having coffee cup after cup always annoyed but astonished by the beauty that persists in spite of me

as far as my laundry goes, that I had the good sense, which is unlike me, to buy a big jug of extra stain remover - this way I'm not fucked when I find tomato gunk around the tit area of like everything I own. I love that I have tried a new laundry detergent- it is addicting to me, smelling of gardenias, I'm intoxicated. and I love the softner sheets, although I use so many per load, that my clothes are slippery, I could actually spin inside my shirts- if I were so inclined.

I kept meaning to thank tammy for having lunch with me at the lovely Italian restaurant -staring at her hair across the table, wishing I could live inside it for one day. -and I got to meet for the first time an older, beautiful, French gentlemen, waiting our table, I hung on his every word, and sniffed the air that came from his smoky, cologned skin.