february 19 reopening.
and toast
the living and
the dead who've gone before
me, and my head will throb like an
old wound
febraury 18 on defeat.
five pounds
ten pounds, fifteen.
i can lose everything
but pure fat from my heavy thighs,
wide hips.
february 17
running
again. slightly
easier today, but
never really easier to
keep up.
february 16
why are
there clowns here, at
ikea? ruining
my day, my life, my new shelving
unit?
february 15 on sleepovers.
sick and
disgusted, we
rise too early, loll in
bed, head to brunch. complain. tea. crawl
back home.
february 14 on finality.
you are
so rude to me
tonight that i scream in
your face and i know then it's done
now.
february 13 how many more high socks can i justify at this point?
mark it:
now giving up
ever working at A
A, because the retro-discount
kills me.
february 12
'break down
the facade, i
need a motherfucking
chair massage!' oh! you must know me
too well.
february 11 on semi-notoriety
being
recognized at
the pickle place, the pho
place, doughnut plant...all part of my
grand schemes.
february 10
i wish
i had a drug
problem more glamorous
than caffeine headaches on schoolday
mornings.
february 9 on birthdays (and false impressions), actually.
so this
monumental
in my head event is
just a regular day. i should
have known.
february 8
bitters
and seltzer, twist,
on the cusp of our birth
days. the bar is dark and i want
magic.
february 7 on drying out.
such times
are desperate:
as tolerance rises,
drunk decreases but the effects
stay same.
february 6
oh, how
wonderful! yet
another hangover
in my endless series of grand
fuck ups.
february 5 and less.
rare form's
first show. yes, a
spectacle to be seen,
a miracle to overhear,
and more!
february 4
should i
ever write a
slogan for your class, sir,
it will be this: "willfully ob-
solete!"
february 3
bumble
and bumble blow
drys keep me in lovely
products, but waiting rooms and moods
foul.
february 2
beast that
bit the mayor!
so rarely do groundhogs
attack politicians! it's been
worth it.
Musak
12 years ago
