This weekend I almost died twice. Spun out on black ice twice, crashed down into a ditch the second time….. I have no rear-view mirror and I am really scared to find out what it will cost me to to replace it. A beautiful man came and helped us out of the ditch. I may go all Cinderella and scour Fargo looking for him. Well. maybe not.
The end of something I wrote:
you are standing there
eyes broadcasting enough
optimism to blind me
I cannot bear your eager
hopefulness
I cannot bear your shy
wide eyed
happiness
here is your fortune:
you will fall so hard that
you will not be able to get up
you will give everything
and be left with
nothing
greedily snatched at with
grasping hands
chewed up like cotton candy
thrown away like
broken mouse
ears
troutpasta 