fly

what was true yesterday may not be today
but we let it stand
wash this bitter taste out of my mouth
with orange juice and dreams

my mom turned 75 today
she has a new love interest
he's ten years younger, and married
apples...trees...falling...
and it seems that him not calling sucks as much at 75 as it does at 35 as it does at 15

i am afraid of mice (they have returned)
on monday i will have to tell him that the girl he tried to kill no longer exists
on friday i will have to tell him that i chose (and choose again) not to live his life
it doesn't matter if it's real if it doesn't work
alias
hidden
you find out who really loved you when you see who forgets you (or not)

living means not writing,
means sleeping and remembering and hoping that this will be the one