i. I've been savoring enough coffee to scour the scorching sizzle of something tender on my lacerated tongue to tell myself that I'm simply what my body is.
ii. today I will embody enough incompleteness like a freshly scraped-out shell. I will consume other people's promises and stories and laughs and dump them like a spewed wet sponge. Today, I think I will simply exist.
iii. I've been amassing troubled devotion poetry in my edged-out vessels and metaphorically gaping at the summer skies like a silly girl with too much nihilistic faith in her teeth. “As if any of this has any purpose.”
iv. lyrical loneliness has been my best friend on roadside street walks.
v. I've been keeping my eyes sealed shut until it's 3 pm and I've missed the everyday waft of breakfast on the dinner table downstairs. Today, I'm tired. I think I will just exist.
