my psychiatrist asks me about the
i've ever experienced.
i answer: --.
and when did you
that, she asks.
the room is stale. she smells
i'm not trying to be mean
when i say that.
it's only the truth.
also true: my first pet
was a hermit crab.
my mother's name is mona.
in march, certain flowers
bloom. soup is very filling,
as are all hot liquids.
my point is that anna's family
owned a vineyard. for her birthday
we played hide-and-seek.
miles and miles of grapes, one could get
lost in them. i never liked that
game--i don't like being left alone
or being frightened. even worse:
searching for someone who
doesn't want to be found by you.
there are so many movies i haven't
seen with people who no longer
speak to me. i guess that answers
the question. which was? which was.
i'm forgetting again. in order to
be loved you must make yourself
scarce. no one loves you the other way.