half an evening at velour as told through a scream, a stream, and torn piece of mead composition notebook journal paper:

i.

if it would make it easier for you, we could establish some lines of demarkation
some borders of some sort
so that you don't have to keep inching away

it both delights and torments me when i feel like,
with pure intent and feeling,
i can call you a bitch
and fuck your friends too


ii.

an astonishing amount of time in my life has been spent alone on a bench with pens. as if some memo had been passed around, everyone respects the radius. who wrote the memo? i'll punch them in the heart.


iii.

i was so close to being fine with it. like, i was one house down from fine. me and fine were neighbors and we hung out a lot and enjoyed each others company. fine and i were thinking about moving in together, cause fine's rent is lower than mine and there are less plumbing problems over at fine's place. we talked about our days and gave friendly waves when we happened to go out to check the mail at the same time. so close to being fine with it.

and then....

dread...

....be better off just to forget it. these words are sharper than necessary. and hidden, like mines. prepare for the collateral damage.

posted by adam @ 11:15 PM