Caatacomes

These tastes in my mouth. Very.             Quite.

Quick.

What I say I leave 

awful remnants--all awful tastes in my mouth 

and all awful feelings.         .

I am not mean not 

shallow

I would not believe I were selfish. Infact

fact

, , I'm this & that & accepting & compassionate and

                        careless 

so perhaps that could b---

perhaps That's The Problem.

o maybejustmaybe!!!just I forgot how it feels 

being b  b      b

                                                  l

                                                                u

                                                 

                    e.

-Miss Anthropy

Even for Odds

There's plenty to write.

      Consider....consider writing about
                 __what my throat feels like drinking ice water and then brushing my teeth
                 __my growing discomfort with my diminishing interest in school
                 __my recent obsession with crossword puzzles
                 __my eagerness to clean the house tomorrow
                 __feeling that I'm losing my grip on the last remnants of real!
               
                             the clock ticking and echoing in the room
                 __the clock in my room ticking the night on
                 __the clock just tick-tick-ticking away

                 --my heavy eyelids------       -----         ----           ---                  --                         -

-rae

Aftermath

When I'm this cold
My knees and my scars turn purple.
My face, white.

I see honeycomb veins across my stomach when I lift my shirt. I let the bottom of my computer warm the chilledsmooth [marble] skin.

Soon, my fingers will move more painfully.
I will move more deliberately,
The whole world will slow down, conserving energy.

I'm gonna eat as much as I can in the next week or so
and then I will hibernate, probably.

-rae