even then not enough I seek the shelter of your bones.
Phoning it in
I’ve been stringing it together, phoning it in, not paying enough attention, so preoccupied. (And then a rush of activity and it all comes spilling out of me).
Stealing the tamborine
Stealing the tambourine was just the first step. Then he proceeded to put his dirty underwear in my suitcase for me to smuggle across the border. And that wasn’t even the worse of it, remind me to tell you about the chinese lanterns some time.
Promises
You promise promise promise me so much and I wake up drowsy in a sunny room and wish it was Sunday.
Adventures at the insurance company
Your fax was the product of a slipping imagination. I know it took some effort, I mean, you can’t just fax a glass of gin, you had to photocopy it first, but still, not your best work. You’re definitely slipping.
Writing
This terror when I push the keys down, this burning in the gut that makes me want to run across the room away from the keyboard.
A message for you
The universe just sent me a message, a warning in the form of a minor disaster. Pay attention. Pay attention. Pay attention.
Small miracles
…sitting alone in that bar you like in the part of town where you used to live and suddenly every song they play is a song you love.
Small miracles
Be thankful. Hold them tight. Hold them loose. Be thankful for the small miracles in your life. They’re the best kind.
An update
Work: busy and exciting, fun, but not dangerously so. Brain: obsessed with buying a car. Other things: generally happy watching Asian girls get drunk in a dodgy bar.