#25

(26 will come either tomorrow or later tonight...haven't written it yet. eep eep.)

I have straightjacket-

ed myself with this

unmowed laziness. Like a

sad muscle, my

willingness has a-

.

trophied. Like a sad

insect, I am tan-

gled in the silken threads of

my indulgence.

Sad little girl, you

.

think far too much. Be

like a particle

and let go: up and down, just

go and do. Ea-

sier said than done.

. Sad empty pa-

per, like a cup, you

wait to be filled. Like a cup,

to overflow

sometimes. I will, might.