July 15th, 2009:
hands not held, lips not met,
hips not swung, necks not caressed.
these are a few of my favorite things.
and yet. it's so difficult to
share them. espouse them.
involve them.
metaphors for different women
in different times
in my different lives.
i feel like i have used these lives all up
in an attempt to find my own
identity.
rambling incoherently yet sober as ever.
i picked a bad time to curb my drinking.
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