candysorbai

I need: double A batteries, a screwdriver, and a bottle of gin. Make that a double. Make me a sandwich, extra rum.  Make me an alcoholic. Kill my liver. Hello, cirrhosis. You know how much I hate poison, hate you. You know how much I need I need: five more minutes, please.  I need: to write a poem that makes sense. I need: somebody to tell me how "needing" differs from "wanting", how "addiction" differs from "obsession" or how "you" differs from you I want: the one without quotation marks

some of my favorite things are cats and books and eyepatches and writing groups of words that i call poems without using backspace, not once. this is not a poem. sometimes i don't like cats and books and eyepatches because i am too sad to like them because it is hard to like things when you are sad but it is easy to love things when you are sad or be sad when you love things i'm not sure which one it was my memory isn't so good: i want to make you blueberry muffins with ras(p)berry jam that taste like your mother made them. i want to talk about that one movie we saw where that guy killed the other guy and we both laughed