ive drank 4 pints of cider, 2 americanos, and have been sitting here for nearly 7 hours. and i cant write. i chain smoked with SHF for almost 30 minutes. i confessed how i havent been able to sleep since returning from mexico. how i stay awake until 3 or 4 am. i did not tell her everyday i have had a drink since. that ive been drinking regularly since then. that i sometimes have anxiety attacks that i can only barely control. that barely stay under the surface… that sometimes, i dont know how to function. my life is near obsessive, only without purpose. that i cant clean my room. i can barely work. my mind is stuck in an igloo. maybe i am just tired. all i can think about is returning to the border. to write this story. SHF and i devise a plan for this. i think neither of us knows what else to do.
my soul is centuries old.
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I met a fellow poet, well this is the 3rd or 4th time Ive met him, a friend of B and Sabina. he asked, what writers do you like?
I hate this question. You will judge me - no matter how I answer.
Do you know Martin Espada? Do you…
and on and on. I hate the writer’s ego.
I shrugged and said I’d tell Sabina to text him back.
You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?
It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.
Language is never neutral.
I don’t like blondes. In general. But I watched a Swedish lesbian film with a tall blonde Swede. I paused the film. It was too intense for me. As were her eyes.
I need to stop being so carefully reckless. My emotions buried the night I asked B to stay, and she left. Since then I find all sorts of characters in my life, asking of me but giving nothing in return, and I still feel quite alone. So Orpheus keeps walking, certain there isn’t a soul strong enough to hold my weight.