I don’t know.
the everything bagel
I’ve fawned over being yours,
I’ve marveled at your words.
Now I am tired and unhappy.
So I hate, and I do it with such vigor and simmering resentment.
My knowledge of this city has expanded
That I am gorged and bloating with infatuation.
I carry on,
Mercilessly craving for more.
Old notes from my journal on an NPR segment:
Low dopamine (?) levels; body is unable to paralyze itself during REM sleep.
Jumps on top of girlfriend, “THERE IS A JACKAL IN THE ROOM.”
She groggily musters, “No there isn’t.”
"ARE YOU SURE?"
Lays back down in bed… knowing there is a jackal in the room.
And that’s trust.
Me: I was waiting for the bus in a highly populated pigeon intersection, and a fat pigeon was trying to carry a piece of trash. So it took off, flying low, and its pigeon belly smacked me on my right cheek.
Caroline: I think I’m crying. This is even better than the time I rode a moped with a chicken sitting on my lap.
- Fujifilm Instax in white or pink
- Toaster oven
- Two decks of cards & a set of poker chips.
Reminder: poker chips made of plastic & metal; do not eat.
- Fisheye lens
- Tea kettle
-Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do (via larmoyante)