Gonetalked them into leaving me here burnt out raw flesh too many explosions occur I have to be alone cannot let anyone close I sit in the apartment stare at the pictures shocking to see my insides outside shocking someone else feels what I feel maybe I am not alone but that thought that possibility opens the dam too many emotions mixed together like gas and oil in the ocean water don’t put a match to it! don’t put a match to it!
I find a radio on the kitchen counter flip it on KFAI community radio no corporate sponsorship listener friendly is everything friendly in these people’s lives John Coltrane hour up next my elbow on the gray and green flecked countertop with silver edging just like my gramma’s counter tops I want to put my arms around the counter hold it in place of my gramma’s b
