grounded by pain.

can't tell mom i'm sick.

floated in water, carried away.

i'm afraid i said too much this time

and stupidity is

hoping for

best-case scenario.

on narcissism.

sarah asks

and i say

because that's almost all i am
derrida--and i don't even pretend to understand his theories--but i think he says this--says that all love is really essentially narcissism
and i think that's true
and i love the idea of love
so i love the idea of narcissism
the idea of loving others through loving the self
and loving the self through loving others
reflective.
echoes.
i like these things.

then

twelve minutes later

"oh my God my head hurts"

the closet holds everything on an ideal night.

howls like the wind bruised in a broken bottle

don't ask, don't tell

but i was here first.