by amy sharp


I burned all the pancakes and then I went to the drugstore and bought bars of soap and gum and sat in my garage without wine until my jaw was tired of all the chewing and I just didn't think about anything but the sound of the dripping rain and it was a meditation I suppose and all the things I told you were lies and it doesn't matter because every day ticks right into another and I can just put on a new dress and smile like a fool on the bus and people like me for all of the glow I can give them but I don't save anything for myself and this has always been a path to my destruction and sometimes you just want to hang out in the blue

in the bright blue brilliant pain of today