categories of experience. category one.
2005-09-23 8:50 a.m.
fall out, there's a flower on the table tonight at the restaurant we always go to, and i smile with it under my nose, laughing at the simplicity of life, trying to dance my eyes in his direction.catch hands, and later, i'm working my knuckles into the knobs of his ribcage, the indents that make claims of both of us, the weight loss i am bringing with my slow death. cancerous without the treatment, i seem to
have developed these lines under my eyes, poetry carved into my face, the age old form of aging gracelessly. and we curl ourselves into the sheets, and i fall asleep as soon as he leaves...