miranda july made this possible
there are these times when i feel like a total asswhole-a-saurus. like now. and there are things i want to say, but i don’t know who to or what about. such a befuddlement.
strange sounds in the night
a screeching cat-dog. an alarm clock. a trail of cigarette smoke that travels from the lower regions of the upper lip, straight up to the corresponding eye, so vision gets squinty and all relevant points are inevitably lost. but even nights have a way of waking.