sometimes you just need to have one of this days inside your head. a day where you can’t open the windows or even the curtains. maybe you don’t shower until after dinner. maybe you don’t shower at all. cereal is essential.
what do you do when you can’t find desire? or when desire is a laser beam. or one grain of rice. that’s where all the wanting lives. singular concentrated metallic taste like a spoonful of ten grapefruits packed into a mason jar. i won’t remember writing this. i don’t remember writing much of anything anymore. the best i can do is unwrite.