brand spanking new.
bienvenue.
writing in a blank diary
is like an aerobic spandex-clad birth.
the push and rocking of the womb
makes me envy the retired baby.
this page is the great void.
the "qu'est-ce qui passe? rien" statement.
the eternal white.
these ghosts down martinis
and the occasional vodka.
i feel small here.
the twin of a cigarette lung.
i yearn to thrive
and spread my words from page to page. |