aksiokersa

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

- e. e. cummings
==========================

Dear Ex-boyfriend Who Keeps Calling,
Yep, you really, really fucked up when you guilted me into staying committed because you "wanted to see it through until I got home" and then dumped me "because of the interstitial cystitis issue" just a few months before I moved back into your little town. Yep, I provided you with a shit-ton of compassion and support that helped you get that job, get that house, get out of that depression, and get through that..erm...problem you were dealing with. Yep, you were a piece of shit to me about my health problems despite the fact that my health problems didn't affect our relationship on a daily basis.

Nope, I'm not going to call you back. Nope, we're not going to be friends. Nope, you're not going to get any "benefits".

Thanks for continuing to inadvertently insult and demean me though. Thanks for continuing to undervalue and underestimate me. It puts a smile on my face every time I remember what an insensitive, incurious, self-centered, totally uninteresting fucktard you turned out to be. Cause yep, you're right again, I deserve way, way better than you.

And way, way better is how I'm doing now.

Love ya!
aks