rum toffee craving

i simply can't stand it when people eat smelly hot dogs in enclosed public spaces

made a pact with myself to try and start noting beauty here too...
(fail)
it mostly lives in pictures i record in my head (i'm not a good enough photographer to catch stuff like the full moon reflecting all navy and white and shimmery off the metal roof of the secret tennis court building as i walk down the alley with my arms full of groceries...)

it may be too late
or vodka just makes me more hard-hearted than wine

aftertaste

tried gorgonzola for the first time today
it was okay

the rest isn't even worth talking about anymore

obsessed

chatted at a bar with a civil rights activist who sued the american government and won
picked up yet another married man
gathered an unsolicited phd invitation

"hey miss, drive you home? it's cold outside" called the pimp with the sparkle-toothed grin...

walk fast, head down, purse clutched

skirt and boots and brains like these
i should be coming home to better than this

now there is this distance

last night i went to the suburbs to eat vietnamese food with my ex and his dad

today
fill my eyes with candy
and my ears with talk of fairies

i guess i ought to walk away

admissions and confessions

infected...

surrender

i spent all afternoon trying to figure out what the time signature is for this song
i want a pair of ankle boots

beyond...