day one hundred and sixty three.

you're not trying
to make me feel terrible
you're just making me
realize
all the things that I
don't want to.

day one hundred and sixty two.

sure, i'll
come over.
we can try and open the door
to your new apartment
that you never paid for
and be locked out
together.
you, me,
and the rug you carry around
while i try and decipher
what you're saying
and wonder
how your beard
got to be so
white.

day one hundred and sixty one.

you didn't give yourself

enough time

to look,

you didn't give me

enough time

to help.

enjoy your huff

with no ketchup

on the side.

day one hundred and sixty.

finished my first

cross stitch.

approx. time it took to stitch: 3 hours (?)

approx. time it took to accomplish this: 3 years +

meet spidey.

day one hundred and fifty nine.

it's never going to be
made up for,
so you can either say
fuck it
or go with
your gut
and take ten for
the team
or more.

day one hundred and fifty eight.

finally picked up that
spider again
going
to conquer him
this time.

day one hundred and fifty seven.

mother of god,
or rather
wife of god,
and god mother?
i had a bilingual
lesson
on such things
this afternoon.
so interactively awkward
i couldn't eat my
soy dogs.