when it all started, i looped my thumbs through fabric, too.

a red tree glows fire
while birdsong echoes
in a silent field
as i wait for understanding.

she said to me,
"it's in the north building on the other side of the campus,
basically where jesus left his shoes."

and in my head,
i thought,
it's already been a rough day.
god's really pissing on all of us.

haunted
in the darkness
of night

a different kind of weight
pressing down on my chest

pressing

on my wounded heart.

acid seeps up my esophagus
as anxiety swells.

there are things i miss greatly.

07.03.06

'don't blame yourself for the evil in this world'
said one of the smartest people i know.

if someone believes in you
and you can see it in their eyes, truly see it

sometimes that's all you really need.