Without proper nutrients things tend to die
I’m halved–
laughing until I spit and sputter.
Slip dress and a bottle of scotch
a black and blue drip.
I write self-indulgent stories,
and drunken texts.
Tasting salt
Is everything ok with you?
Shit shit shit
Too much spilling.
I’m tucking entrails in.
Must find a proper adhesive.
You’re typed lines and organic animal friendly product.
I’m dirty fingernails and ripped pieces of paper.
I want to fold our distance like a map,
show up with my life in order
Pay for my own coffee…
But I have this bag here that’s bursting at the seams
and no where to check it in.
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I kept thinking I would write my next post when things started to improve in my life. Like there would be some miraculous shift and all of a sudden I would be able to report on how the shit became fertilizer and therin roses grew. But nope still super busy with school, work etc., still having awkward tension with my mother, and still cannot make ends meet. Been feeling especially loserly like I literally cannot afford to take the train to work on Tuesday, don’t know what I’m gonna do about that. I mean shit I don’t even have five bucks for the train…
I am trying. I am searching for a proper job daily, while doing all my work for my program that is ending in three weeks. I am constantly busy with barely any time to relax yet it is not turning into money and I am fucking frustrated. My mom says “don’t try just do.” And she is right I need to get my fucking act together I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel overwhelmed, depressed and fucking scared honestly. So yeah…that is why I haven’t posted to this blog lately.
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