fourteen february 2009
ten p.m.

oh, there is another one. i am becoming more and more afraid that there will always be another one, however far down the line he may come.

you won't get out. every second is you. and it's giddyflushedbutterfliesphysicallyill all at once.

you took off your hat, looked to the right, rumpled the hair on the crown of your head with the inside of your wrist, and put your hat back on.

i have been thinking about that tiny, ten second motion for fourteen hours.