well i think i had something to say but whatever it was i lost it. i wish i could be cute again and write meaningless paragraphs about things people have given me and something funny my dad said with lots of cool photos but i dont have anything to say i dont think i ever do
it's all fluff anyway.
we're terrified of one another
and terrified of what that means
but we'll make only quick decisions
and you'll just keep me in the waiting room
and all the while i'll know we're fucked
and not getting unfucked soon;
when we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
you sit in front of snowy television,
suitcase on the floor.
i hate myself so much
the antlers