Thursday, November 25, 2010

post heavy whipping cream; most of us will have died

unsavory bone sore
dehydrated probably
i put on "an ending"
thought i might feel better
but only remembered that i've felt better
when i get home i promise to only imbibe energetic kindness
of green juice grown close to where i sleep
for a couple days at least
not that it matters
but maybe it does
in some small way
just like i've found some small ways to be more comfortable
than most of my blood relations
can't imagine fearing potential lovers' mother's opinions
maybe i'm too worried about my own opinions
at dinner tonight i turned to my cousin
and asked her to imagine us fifty years from now
i looked around and realized most of us will have died
she said at the rate technology is going we could be on a different planet
i imagined myself speaking fluent swiss german
a late life immigrant with exotic children
all blonde

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