oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

01.29.2004 | 10:59 am

and now you've silenced me the way you knew i'd make you mute. i thought i'd force the creativity out of you, that every carbon dioxide molecule you exhaled would eminate beauty and eloquence. but i was wrong. your heart has become opaque.

you've found my box and rediscovered that the first spoonful is always the best. but our box, the one i made for you, the one you didn't even want, that thing sits in my closet and stares me down every time i drive these seventy miles to this room, this place, this former shrine to you. i'll give you more than you bargained for if you can tell me what it means.

concrete and water, she's looking for her daughter at midnight in torrential downpour.

go on drone