For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
radiohead.
today is grey and rainy and it suits me just fine. i'm living under the covers these days, breaking away only to walk home and breathe in some fresh air and that's debatable isn't it. fade out.
i've been unsleeping every night. dreaming of the past men in my life, seeing them walk in and out the door. never a fiasco. i was always left intact, intact, not tacked up, i was never a deer head mounted on the wall.
here's the dot, dot, dot
2:30, 2:30. almost ready for the power walk home. tired of fumbling through lists of medical words, but i can spell ophthalmology and roentgenology, they roll off my tongue now, when not much else does anymore.
i want to walk on a different level somewhere the drivel is not.
i need a deep cleansing.
i need to detox.
and quietly pick up my arms and my legs...