too many cameras and not enough food...
it's getting hammered into my skull, how short life is, how short life is. part of me wants to hide under the covers and not face the knock on the door, the sunshine tip tapping against the windowpane, another more urgent part wants to begin a long ass walk to texas, camp on his balcony...toast marshmellows in the fireplace, rescue all the cats at the shelter, hide beneath your strong supple wings...
he's leaving on a jet plane and my heart's hanging in my throat. if only i could have crazy glued him to my desk chair...tied those duck wings behind his waist...fly home safely dearest man.
life is real, life is earnest...