email the revolution.
Saturday, Oct. 02, 2004
so, i spent the evening writing poems that i didn't want to write cause i'm a shitty poet, reading a book that i about 73% wanted to read, and curled over and around the computer screen rereading all these emails that haphazardly and accidentally got saved in my boy's email account as he corresponded with a few people regularly. this is what i do when i miss him. most of them are the 'from' side of it, and so i'm reading other people's voice, but they were writing to him, when he was alive. i reread sparsely timed emails to and from people i've only met once or twice that have little to nothing to do with me, and why am i ok with this? because i fucking miss him.i should just go to bed.
