events, september

angel syndrome's picture

my father says sorry; his own passed away last sunday

i cry because there are needles in the gutter close to school; i read scar tissue by anthony kiedis, because i've always romanticized desperate people despite knowing the reality of it

it's my sister's birthday and i make crystal necklaces, one for her, one for me

my boyfriend and i fight over magic the gathering and dirty dishes; we fuck violently

i spend the night alone in my parents' house, my first night alone in three months; i slip into my mother's medicine cabinet

my boyfriend goes to NA meetings, i do my homework in cafés and meet him after

i threaten to break up with him if he doesn't stay clean; he stays clean

i remember the scab-skin mattress we all shared together; today we wait on a call back for a little first-story duplex with our own yard and unfinished basement

i quit smoking for 4 weeks

cycle surmised
everything's fine


elph's picture

"everything's fine"

I fear this may be bitter sarcasm... but, truly, hope not.

If I've properly interpreted the allusion to your father, you do have my sincere condolences.

jeff's picture


Progress with dad. Sober boyfriend. No smoking.

Sounds like progress.

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