listen to the abstract
i have pre-cancerous cells.
i am rotting from the inside out.
luckily, my mother has put me on a protocol.
the next six months will be interesting.
and all this, a mere 24 hours after this:
i am jack’s broken heart.
he said, “Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair.”
there are flat clouds moving across the sky right now, shaped like the faces of people i used to love.
i am going to stare at them for the rest of the day.
if i stare hard enough, maybe i can make them disappear.