i'm not in the us.


poem editing makes me want to chainsmoke.
bad cat.
bad bad cat.

i want to do a lot of things right now.

i want to climb the sequoia in beacon hill park.
i want to write a poem about mermaid's tears.
i want to craft things with my typewriter.
i want to take seascape photos in the rain.
i want to buy tulips. parrot tulips.
i want to sleep until tuesday afternoon when my furnace, which is apparently broken, will apparently be fixed.
i want to cry for three hours about the collapse of my intellectual universe.
i want to spoon because i want the extra warmth and you.
i want you.

but, alas there is no time.

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