I am becoming more and more like Kafka's Gregoree everyday, I have no one to blame but myself. I can't stop rolling Rimbaud around in my head, stopped himself at seventeen, how much can you tug from that well? And Osamu Dazai's opening paragraphs of No Longer Human cite themselves in my thigh bones all the time, "I have never felt the sensation of hunger."
Once again, I am a young dumb ripe thing that grows directionless and sideways in the soil. I took a fan from the side of the road home hoping it would work. It spat sound at me but no movement in the blades.
I get to be with two of my favorite left handed primping poppled people this weekend. Cooking a birthday dinner for one and music with another.
A right handed girl is accompanying me to back floating in Gus-Ruth water.
Reach for an extensional property.
Take me in.
Yew.
