fodder

actually, i prefer it when i have nothing to write about here in my sad little emo blog
(but i'm here now...is that meta?)

we will plant a garden

have you ever noticed i only write here when i'm sad?
(but not today)

daylight mourning

a lady in mismatched pink tie-dye
black velvet sweater wrapped around her waist
sitting, then wandering up and down the subway car
nose and lips pressed hard
into a bouquet of bright salmon roses and baby's breath
hair bleached
head hung
shoulders slumped
eyes glazed
stand and stare into space
going nowhere,
thinking of whom?