stick your head below the water, bubbling through my nostrils backing up my lungs.

you make them and you break them.

cry at sad movies.

the eternal moment of now.

i thought about you when i heard about the other train suicide this week uptown. for a moment i wondered if it was you. i want you to stop calling me and hanging up. if you're gonna call me please just talk to me. i accept your apology that you'll never give me because i'm more fogiving that jesus h. christ himself.

not that i even want to. forgive you, that is.