posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
“We’re domestic,” a
blonde woman tells her daughter
in line at the gate.
Bjork’s swan an urban
red carpet legend. Today
beauty takes no risks.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Going to New York
City. I’ve bought black clothing,
black low-heeled shoes.
In a misguided
effort I peeled off half my
face and left the hair.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?