Monday, September 27, 2010

3. freedom from want - Roosevelt

It's not going to be okay.
But I will live.
Because no matter how tragic the situation might be,
we are always ready to cry.

I'm giving up

I want

Monday, September 20, 2010

come to my afterlife party

I live my life at a funeral,
writing obituaries when the death(s) is distant enough for me to talk about without crying.
I am always in mourning for recent and immediate losses while I am slowly shedding my parts away. One day I will be completely decomposed, and I'll only leave my obituary written by myself behind.

Hyuna Kim, 'dead' was a present continuous verb to her.

WHOA I just re-read this and GOD I am so melodramatic! I wish I was as half as depressed as I say I am.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

sometimes I think only for you

Teakettle was sitting on the stove, holding nothing but its emptiness. The red and room temperature emptiness, the kitchen, my mom's fragile body swifting, feet and flour swifting, the hollow teakettle sitting on the stove, carrying nothing but what it should, not even a teaspoon of the mysterious air of the house when dad is no longer here and mom became glass, ready to be broken or break itself and move onto a same density, blood. Red and empty.

I thought you knew that I was staring at the teakettle.