6.30.2002

i want a boy who will take me to watch the sun set.
i know what soil smells like. and it's rich enough to sink in and cover pale shivering skin.
jurassic cosmonaut.
miss me miss me?
american officials would never publicly apologize.
what is it to lay in the grass with their arm resting on your tummy? look at the sky and tell me what you see. the train still passes...more at night b/c that is when the neighborhood is asleep. or most of it. not me. i am wide awake with thoughts dripping throughout my head. the ragged bear on the mattress hunches over. sweating is imaginary. strain and flex the muscles underneath the skin. my back is sore.