entry 6/26/26

Pens and polaroids litter apartment 3 / I like to scatter myself all over the place and then complain about not feeling whole / that melancholy daughter who in her youth surrendered her honesty /there are carrots that need chopping and an incessant dwelling on back then / he says he’d rather give me 10 grand than write out why he loves me / which is to say, he would rather do anything than let there be evidence of his feelings / I leave my brain out on the porch and put my heart back in the sink / “damn you deceitful thing.”