{my kid.}

[9.24.07]

never in my wildest dreams. speak easy. calm down. don't take a nap. in the hot heat bath water. daydreaming about today and tomorrow. and all the finer things. separating the mother and the father. keeping them close. and calling out. surrounded by strangers, feeding them dinner, letting them talk. to you and the time. having a midnight stroke, face half swollen, ears popping. spider bites and full-blown aids. everyone speaks of loosing love. everyone has theirs. i have mine. it's gone. let's forget about it. i don't want to hear it. there is far too much talk of things that don't matter. don't make it worse. you are making it worse. when i am doing the dishes in the morning. making recommendations. being playful and disregarded. by hangovers and unbathed babies. be so gentle as to not care. there are no men anymore. just the remnants of this idea i concocted when i was thirteen. it resonates sometimes when i watch films. when my eyes wander across the street. there is no one. anywhere.