every so often i wonder if
six to twelve months might really mean
four and a half, because, you'll see, in
four and a half months i will be
on my way to doctor class and
people will be looking at me so
i would like some degree of certainty
which is, as they tell me
impossible
(apparently it all depends on genetics
but did all this shit come from genetics
in the first place? at the dinner table i don't see it
so maybe i'm just the unlucky one in ten thousand)
(yes
ten
thousand)
(unlucky is a big fucking understatement)
every so often i stop believing in anything
3 comments:
don't stop believing.
also, this is really good and unusual because you usually use lots of imagery and metaphor.
i hope you are one day content.
ten thousand? really? jesus.
also, ditto what noah said but minus the Journey quote, and change "content" to "peaceful" and also, why are you changing the name of your blog so much these days?
i like this title a lot actually.
(it's not whales but it's nice.)
i also like this poem. i also understand it, so i don't even have to ask you to murder it.
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