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

in glorious abundance. for those who procrastinate

i feel strange.

and i want it to be over. i can't even make myself write a paper because i want it so badly.

the internet is my least favorite place in the world right now. i hate computer screens
i want my bike to be okay to ride again. i want to ride to the beach right now. i want to ride my bicycle all over the country, sometimes.

there are things to be excited over: for example,
in d.c. in january i will see snow falling for the first time in 10 years.

another thing to be excited about could be sleeping break away, and reading for leisure and shopping for warm clothes and christmas presents and clean bathroom hands feet me.

what about bald men who grow ponytails? should they still get laid?