Wednesday, December 16, 2015

ash wednesday

i keep quoting a woman who doesn't exist outside my mind until she becomes the words i attribute to her. but she is not a her. she is a me. i am a her. i am a me. but this one woman. a real one. i never found out if the cats that crawled around her place were hers or what. she has this young married couple that lives with her and reads harry potter to each other in the living room. and she, i don't know, something about her is my muse. cuz we could talk about things like abortion and shit and just live in it.