Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Sometimes I feel like I can run a fucking million miles.
Then I step outside and I can run about 3/4th of a mile.
I have no idea what 3/4th is because I don’t know fractions.
I imagine it’s not much and a very short distance.
Also, it might not be th.
If I were a dog I would howl all night.
If I had big boobs I would wear nipple tassels.
If I were a man I would shake my dick around.
BECAUSE I FUCKING COULD.
I enjoy drinking wine, writing and giggling. Alone.
It’s always awkward with company because they ask, “what are you doing.”
When I stand I always have a bit of a tilt because I think a straight body is strange.
I balance my foot against my thigh and say, “I’m a ballerina.”
I stare at blank screens with this line blinking over
I feel accomplished when a word doesn’t underline itself in red.
I feel slightly intoxicated when it underlines itself in red.
I dance with my dogs because they make great partners.
I dance alone because I know myself best.
I draw alone because I know myself best.
I write alone because I know myself best.
I dwell because I know I don’t fucking know myself best.
I’m not manipulative.
I am who you portray me to be.
Put me on your fucking pedestal.
I will always crawl down.
Posted by Debbie at 10:47 PM