been thinking bout my obit(s) lately:

"she had an active facebook personality"

"her profile pictures showed different sides of her"

"her wall to wall with prominent contemporary figures reveals an ambitious energy"

"her statuses betray a turbulent/fulfilling inner life"

"she may have been the first 'post-ironic'..."

"i don't think she was a hipster"

"as a young girl... ....now survived by... ...contributed many photos to my wall"

"...now we may or may not eat her ashes from a pepper shaker..."

againagainagainagain

in which jumpcut shots are the way i remember my own living and life
sunset through a peak in the clouds
cut to scramble awake in bed 11:30 fully dressed
cut to throwing things in backpack violent search for license
cut to new lavander deodorant wet and sticky dry now
toothpaste on face
bed again warm sighs all around,
from me

cut to another time in which i am engulfed by the
cut to marina jacks listening to this american life in which sarah yorke is a penpal to
cut to remake of that garrison keeler short story in which a boy, now a girl, myself, steals a pie, from a window, from a store, and eats the whole thing with his fingers, with their fingers... both feel ill