Lp was right, I do need to suck it up and get over it.

I just wish I could've ranted to him all those afternoons I wasted being upset; if he'd told me sooner maybe, just maybe, I would've canned my own ass to make sure I tied any loose ends.

"A vacuum of need
Collapsed each hunting heart
But tremulously we held
As hawk and prey apart,
Preserved classic decorum,
Deployed our talk with art."


But what if that art were so obscenely lucid, it drove the imagination out of the heart?

I know I should stop.

But I have no good reason to, besides my own.





I wish I were a lesbian.