hello friends—wondering what happened to me? i’m alive. barely.
what to say? mind a-swirl with thoughts what will fish its way out tonight? i could talk about my workfilmscreenplay2fifteenpagepapersfinalsnojobnoapartment, but that’s boring i talk about that way too much and does it really matter? yes it does. i could talk about display at lunch show i’m no longer on a leash prove independence funny that i tried to show that when i wish it weren’t so. i could talk about concert tonight—right on schedule he followed her like a puppy sat quietly (she chooses puppy-dog guys—it’s a pattern i can see now. i’d like to think i was too uncontrollable, but i know that’s not true—i was [am] too predictable and she got bored) i could talk about trying not to glance backward to see hand on thigharmhand lean in close for quick smooch even on the dance floor kept looking up to see what? a reminder. she’d rather be down there with us—i hate him for holding her back he didn’t want to be there the question is why did he come? elementary, my dear watson…
who’s house? run’s house!