thanks to the powers that be for shoving a steak knife into my heart, jiggling it around a bit, then hanging a 1 ton acme iron on the knife handle. and then pointing and laughing.
i don’t think i’ve ever felt this emotionally wasted in my entire life. or, wasted isn’t exactly the right word. because i’m all in, all out, and all over the place. it’s ridiculous. like a de-kinked elastic band.
realization from yesterday: poets can be so vainly self-obsessed. not that i’ve ever written a poem for poetry’s sake in my entire life. i just have opinions on everything.