I woke up this morning to find a new pebble
in my shoe.
You are so afraid of what I will say and
how I will scream. You are so terrified of what I’ll remember and how I won’t
We all know you are a clever little puppet,
with your tangled and twisted strings, slimy stones and skinny heart. But you
forget that the floor is my friend and every night I roll myself in the carpet
and fuck my way through every thread.
I may be alone, maybe I might. Luckily I
kept every single pebble to remind me of that night.