whole

i feel dead in the peep whole. dead but not guilty. dead but unapologetic. dead but unwavering.

there is that which sounds like me, of more logical roots, of less womyn whines. ...youhavethatpostmodern yearnings with...

i suddenly feel that i cannot compete. and i do not care, and i wake up, it is 145 and i do not blink.

i have grown to love more of no one in particular over the year, and unwanting. less needy, i

have not felt that i was a gift torn by a clueless child on christmas eve since---

and i feel at ease, at peace, nothing specific to be exact i have shut down my whole, i

feel nothing at all