Something comforting about how the gears grinds and clicks. Like you’re in control of what happens next.

Hum drum of hookups, silique symphony. A long line of history, bad timing and misery. One night stands and two night bands traveling along my hip bones. If you play me right you just might get an encore.

I started writing but I stopped eating

I’ll share the sunshine with you, even if it’s behind a windowpane.

Are you running after life, or is the after life running after you?

With every tale of a past adventure, you told me how you’re going to leave me in the future.

My servitude to calorie counting. Small bites and bitter ends. Weighed and tried and found guilty of a chocolate demise?