Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

medicate me, someone

my mother recommends bathing with gershwin, light
some smelly thing and soak, she says. breathe. my eyes
dart about the room without permission. they like
the crown molding, the piles of dust cowering at the feet
of objects, the stain on the side of my antique refridgerator.
it's intricate. ice cream, i think. i haven't the attention span

for this.


lizz said...

it sounds like you're typing from the tub.

and no, i can't pay attention to relaxing either.