May 30, 2015
unpoetic today
i thought “the bed broke faster than my heart”
wondered why i stopped writing years ago. too busy, too lazy, too little of everything that moves.
we ate greasy pizza for lunch today, sicilian slices in plain, pepperoni, and sausage, plain regular triangle and another with cheap anchovies, and garlic knots bound together by the chewiest gluten in woodside yet.
we are going to seattle and portland next week. i tried to fix the snail earrings to be more polished looking for alder, but i think i just damaged them more and made them lose their charm. i should stop trying to fix things.