24.09.06 - 10:34 p.m.
everything in phases. lunch dates. crushes. writing a lot then nothing for weeks. sleeping. eating. fasting is noble but plain not eating is enough to warrant a stern lecture from most anyone. i could grow fat in your family and feel fine. i could waltz with your father and call him francis and let him kiss my mouth like he kisses everyone. i could antique shop with your mother and we would spot the same trinkets, the same plaid lunchbox, the same handkerchief. my houseplants would thrive. but there's nothing to call me. no comfortable seat at the dinner table, no sensible context in which to put me.