they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

today.

i was having lunch with a good friend. eating hummus on a pita with feta and onion and tomatoes and cucumber. and i think some garlic. or at least, my breath thought so. and i was in the middle of telling her about the panic attack i had last year and how i got through the flights to and from paris with xanax and that my therapist was helping and wow, i was really enjoying this sandwich and then - boom. i was reminded that i don't write here enough.

a woman came outside to tell me she reads this blog. and to introduce herself. and to tell me which comment she'd left - one i remember being significant on the day it was left. and anyway, i didn't even ask her name.

i'm sorry.

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