here on the edge of sleep 1 day? 3? i remember things, images floating in the disconnectedness of insomnia: a shooting star tattoo pointing down your foot, a picture where you look like jackie-o in a pink hat, the 10,000 hand rolled halfzware shag ciggerettes. a poem where someone shouts out "ohio blue tip #5!" walking home from your house, the stars out, bright, watching me, whispering in a language as ancient and unknowable as everything else. this will feel better someday. make a list of these things, i tell myself. trust nothing to memory.
Reason for writing:
thanks to my friend of a friend, andrew, who indeed wrote a poem where someone shouts out, "ohio blue tip #5".
Birth sign: Taurus
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