fixing to know better.
Friday, Dec. 27, 2002
i was last in line today. i'm not sure what for, when i got there, they had run out.by the time i get home tonight, i'll be sick of me and wanting you, frozen and lasting. my jaw will drop, because, my god, i'm all alone in this.
when i wake up tomorrow, this hope will have been a stupid dream, and that pillow will be cold.