#22, #23

#22

It's scary to realize that

I've fallen out of the mating

.

game. I don't have anything

to prove to anyone, anymore.

.

I'm not here to impress anyone.

There's no one to impress.

.

I'm worried that I'm losing

sight of the single most important

.

function/goal of living beings: sex.

Without sex, what kind of animal am I?

.

.

#23

I'm relieved to see

that it is snowing today,

even though it is the end

of April. There is something

terrifying, to me, about spring.

Some strange and sad

depression in the sunlight

that signifies an end.

The snow reminds me of

November, which, though near

the end of the calendar year,

for me is a beginning. I love

being caught between the crisp

orange brownness of autumn

and the sleek, black cold of

winter. Being caught between

mud and sunlight is unnerving,

and I hope it snows all night.