it is finally
that time.
the sky white aluminum
keeping the heat out.
last night i thought my furnace broke
again
and i pretty much degenerated into a string of expletives.
and then i rolled my eyes and got out of bed and put on
the sweatpants the wool socks sweater scarf hat
and got back into bed again. then the funniest dream happened.
i was being boiled to death. i woke up
dressed for a snow storm under my duvet and
my apartment was 25 degrees.
ha ha?
it's final project time
and nothing is lovely
and i'm starting to chain smoke.
bring on the lemon water.

cbc.ca says
it's 0.6 degrees outside.
i say
this is when the cold
starts biting. digging
in teeth.
there's nothing fun to do outside and
revisions are coming, almost
without struggle.
on tuesday i made a wish
on the yoko ono installation tree
and i think it's coming true

hell is just below me
and that's why i keep falling down

if september and october were respectively
mercury retrograde month, and
pretend it's still mercury retrograde month,
november is hereby declared
emergency damage control month.

dear brian hendricks,

I'M WORKING ON A PROJECT!
FOR MARKS!

i'm high and rocking out and
WRITING and it's eleven a m
on a wednesday and it's the first
time in months i've had an excellent time
here
and i think all professors
should try to be more like you.

love for ever,
chelsea rushton 0520471

dear university,
THERE ARE SO MANY COOL PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW!
and i'm never going to find any of them if i'm sitting inside
writing papers all the time.
i hate you right now.

it's rained
all day
without stopping.
i feel like by now, this shouldn't be a big deal anymore
but it still is.

this is going to sound a lot cheezier
ha ha ha cheez
a lot cheezier than it is.
in my life right now
at this moment
everything is informing everything else.
and it's on and on and on and on and onnnn.
i'm having a dance fest right now
in my head
to bran van three thousand and it's so fun in here!
jesus. i have never fully enjoyed big headphones
unti right
now.
holy.
BOLOGNA.
every time you're not around
does it matter cause
you're everywhere to me

ok universe. we're playing a game.
what's the game called? you have to tell me that
otherwise i'll ask for the rules.
every where you came and left you came
in the name of love
and sweeet conflict.
but serious ly.

I'M HANGING ON BY A THREAD HERE

whispering your name

it's like eye spy,
right? you, universe,
have said
eye spy with my little eye...
what, perchance, am i supposed to find?
something purple? something silent?
something with a prism in it?
the only problem is this
you are everywhere
to me
i'm calling your number
calling your number
you are all
eye
to me