Yours is so "profile" I can see Parisian divorce' written all over it.
sigh. tou-fuckin-che. sometimes i just want to dish it! why the checks and balances - why must i always have to take it as well?
shiiiiiit.
as always, your poems are so right when you get into the famed, cliche'd, yet oh so true "space in between the words."
thank you.
i wish i could give more to everyone in my life. to the people i care about. it's so hard for me to receive more than i give. i'm making it my mission to get ok with that. let's just hope i don't get TOO ok - what a curse to be a money-grubbing biotch without the nubile youth "goods" w/ which to back it up . . . curses . . .
honestly, i've daydreamed about pulling a watered-down version of an anna-nicole. that's as far as i've gotten. the closest thing i have to a husband right now works in a building clearly labeled "not for profit."
