if you were not light, i would continue to open and close the door. - rumi

18.3.08

he knows you're disappointed, he knows you think he's weak

i drink two glasses
of white zinfandel
for every cigarette
and i finished
part one of
ON THE ROAD
while taking
a shit
in the bathroom
of my parent's
north suburban
dream house,
and yet,
clarity eludes me.

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