Drives me Crazy

It feels like someone is tugging at my insides... while punching me in the kidney repeatedly

F train games

A man. looks like my father. only slightly less handsome.  with a narrow forehead and a sunken face. eyes deep, deep in the back of his head...his head, shaped like a parallelogram. Reading the New Yorker. Married or not married?    

Married.  

Who would marry him?

An old woman. Clothes barely hanging onto her skeleton body just like her skin.  Pretty indistinguishable.  Brown curly hair. Is this a miracle or a bottle?  She's disappearing as i watch. Beautiful in the ugliest way possible.  Many rings but not on her ring-finger.

Not married.

But I'm sure she was married while she was alive.

I play married or not married on the train.  On the A I play weave or no weave.

I take up two parking spots so no one parks their BE-hind next to mine.

Declaration of Interdependance

What the fuck is up with american idol?

and I need to take a shower.

plus it's cold

which makes me (not) want to take a shower.

but I can make you something

or me something

or sit here.

yes I will sit here until eleven.

please plus thank-you god, I don't want to get the hiccups again.

they're a medical problem with no solution. 

diaphragm. 

(not) the form of birth control.