somehow came to a burnt-out crisp end of the match smell sunset
I’m still waiting for the sunrise.
so many happy birthday’s how are you’s I hope your day’s going well’s
and yet I never heard the one I wanted.
you would think of all days in the year that this one he would call
it’s not so much to ask, is it?
yesterday was precisely 41 minutes ago and still I can’t sleep 41 minutes
since I would normally have gone to bed.
the light is on in my room and I am trying to only think about all the fun
things I did today and friends.
I think I like them best and I am angry angry angry at him that he
couldn’t take more effort just today.
but I’m not and that’s almost worse because not being angry at him
makes me angry angry angry at me.
now I can’t sleep because my watery insides are broiling with things
that can’t come out won’t come out.
I went out for lunch today and I think that was good, that was good
and I saw friends we talked, that was all.
Two presents and oh yes they were lovely thank you but I still didn’t
get the one thing I wanted which
I couldn’t even touch if I wanted to and my light is still on and I should
really try to sleep now, I should really try to sleep now.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010