My real life is dumb. Do you feel better now. So i can be lonelier.

Even as there was no blindfold, i was not to look at him. During the long ride into the countryside, i watched as the snowstorm gradually engulfed us. To give me the appearance of being dressed, he placed his black coat and cap over me. In the car he had the vents on full, training all their cold air toward me. Perhaps an hour had passed in silence when we came to a destination. He brought out a bottle of water. i drank and soon the bottle was empty.

You Are So Beautiful is something only heard directly before sex. And I Love You is something entirely different from I Am In Love With You. And i know these things, so now. I will only dream of people i have never met. And each morning i will feel some absurd sense of loss. How does a person utilize body language and tone of voice and diction such that their conversational partner does not accidentally think that the person wants to be anywhere but there? I seem to have forgotten. So here is a pen.

There is hardly anything left to invest. Make the morning feel too weird. The self-defense class you joined. After the bug crawling across your cheek. Turned out to be a man walking. On the street below your window. Dragging your feet comically to explain. To no one in particular. When you imagine your enemy. An enemy who likes to tell jokes and. Likes all of your jokes. That your town is the town that took.

I am a pig when I copulate. It is difficult to be sincere while pigulating. Always the ghost of my humanity polices my milky being like sties. In the edges of the eye. I am in love and it feels like flesh in flight. When I am in the stinking spasm of love. Swimming in a white mud pool of cupids that fill the creases of bodies. Why is it that when I am in love. I feel as if I am visiting a memorial. And the tiny deformed frogs of war atrocities as if they were a special. But I am not like that.