Because she could not see—
Song in flower, light in lovers abed,
Dream unfolding as we touched,
Because her great beauty was gifted
It was unfelt, undeserved, shunned,
Making her even more irresistible.

Because I could not hold on to self,
Beside such dream, lost to my hands
As prints clutched into the ruin dark
Of her indifference, I made peace
With subjugation and humilities riven
Out of soul and flesh and hollow being.

Because we were unknowing, each
A foil unto ourselves as we cried—
This then was daymare riding in sun,
Twin delusions in oft reign of blood,
O what stories we both shall die to tell,
How the itch of desire scratches bare
Whole psyche as it writhes in a shell.

Dear diary,

Today was a sunny day. I love sunny days! Momma says sunny days are God's kisses! If God is kissing me, he better stop giving me a sunburn on my ****! That's weird!!!

Dad is working on his book. He's been working on his book a lot. I don't see him when he does it because he does it in secrecy. When I do see him, he drinks a lot. He says it helps him write. Dad has been drinking a lot since the restaurant fired him.

I don't know how to do my homework! It's called algebra! I asked dad and he didn't know how to do it either! Dang, algebra must be hard because dad is the smartest guy in the world!

I decided to join this website so I could make my dad proud! I want to make mom happy too! She has a lot of bruises! Dad says she keeps falling down the stairs! Clumsy mom!


Sincerely,

Frank Ruland Jr.