when it's hot my stomach hurts and i miss henry. henry is a person i have never met. i don't know how i can miss someone i don't know or i could feel so much. henry is like a coke bottle in the parade of auschwitz. i feel so much despair. everywhere i turn there is an animal in a cage.
when i have a problem i buy a red heart purse and spit into it until it is full. then i throw the purse on the subway tracks. the heart gets run over and i feel my chest inflate. every person is full of problems and spit and sometimes people are bad. or maybe there is a kind of badness that is like a bacteria and some people get infected with it but it's not their fault any more than getting the bacteria that causes stomach ulcers. this happened to my grandmother.
i like yellow circles of light and the shadows they make. when i am alone i miss henry so much my chest sinks down through the couch. i find myself chewing on a coke bottle and then i think, "remember how you are not supposed to be doing this." i can feel the glass in my chest. i don't want to do the dishes if henry isn't here. when i go home there is always a small animal waiting for me in the corner.
8 comments:
I ever meet this Henry person I am gonna sock him in the jaw for being a manipulative asshole.
Did you become famous when I wasn't looking? I think you did.
Also, I like this, and also the last thing you posted that everybody already slobbered all over in comments for you. I add my slobber to theirs.
You did not abandon your blog. Like at all. You are good.
i liked this before ryan manning.
aw thanks you guys. hey guess what, i'm so tired my head is by my elbow. today is the tiredest day ever. i am going to listen to music and cry quietly until 5 o'clock.
thank you
this is good, i like it
i liked this even before sam.
sam, burn.
if i were going to miss someone i never knew, his name would be henry, too.
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