bad men

five inthe morning. five forty. computer is too bright to look at. nothing imperative to say. just a bit of a mess though. cried all day, all day, missing my best friend, (I need her just desperately) and all that is falling away from me now that i can't stop. my only choice: to leave EVERYTHING I've ever cared for or assume all your unmet responsibility. my eyes swollen shut. my whole life changed by someone)s) elses's(s) selfindulgent behavior. thanks for the other shoe, g.t. i'm sure there are others yet to follow. literally. im sure there must be something else you can take from me. getting harder to findthough isn't it. but you never let us down there.

did actually sleep for a minute before this. something very violent. new jersey lowlife. going back for my pet duck, tony, in a rented car full of crooks and crack addicts and prostitutes. or maybe were they babysitters?

i want to get out of your car.
looks like i never will.

trade it all for duck a la porn at jean-jorges? to die for.

this is my house (lyrics by emily trautman)

This is my house, this is your house.
What is yours belongs to me.
This is my house, this is your house.
What is mine belongs to thee.

(10 years later)

This is my house! That is your house!
Why can't you see! This is my house!
That is your house!
We were not meant to be!

(40 years later)

This is my house. Where is his house?
I've lost contact can't you see?
This is my house. Where is his house?
Where could he be?