10-4-06 5pm

Silly rinds, thick and tasteless
encompassing the black eyes
in the thick of the sweetest pink.
I have not slept for two nights,
I am at his computer two years later
as if nothing has changed.
My hair is blonde again.
I don't want to sleep. I am afraid of that surrender.
I don't have plans, but my glass is emptying
itself on me so I am dreading a trip out to the plaid,
where my dilated pupils my catch a spider.
I am ashamed to need so much.
I feel like a scare, but I feel like hiding.