"learn to pretend there's more than love that matters."

"Happy Hour"


soaked asphalt playground
swings dripping, listless
charcoal marmalade
leaves inky black stains
on my lips. we stand
and stare at the equipment,
making believe the rain had stopped
in time for recess.


j.l.r. '01


strange few days. the moon is full, i can see it from my window like a little pearl. before it was very low in the sky and huge and yellow.
pills are kicking in, mercifully. i'm babysitting tomorrow night, which is always interesting. money will be good though. my mom's "Lover" is coming again for labor day weekend. i sorta wanna be here and i sorta don't. they're awful sometimes, they make me feel very awkward and abject. this cute couple graciously including a moody, misshapen leper in their plans, trailing behind them as hearts and flowers fly through the air in their wake.

i thank ye, gods of lithium, for letting sleep be a possibility tonight.

i miss people. adam? amy? chris? where are you?? write soon...ok? : i know i also owe other ppl letters back...tod & azeem...i'll be in touch.. wow, that was neat, thinking about a few of the ppl i know. it made me feel like a tiny part of the universe! a teeny inch-worm upon a huge redwood in the petrified forest. i'm there. even though i'm virutally invisible and insignificant, i am not yet squished.