consistent contradictions gambling away my happiness to the gods, or the devils, i can never tell which i can never tell which witches are good and which ones are bad and i'm on the edge of glory and humiliation. consistent contradictions of a woman whose heart is not in her body but within another's, whose home is june and whose jail is the present presently prosecuting my own **** fingers for falling and failing and fumbling for the light switch for faltering and sweltering in the heat of heaven or hell i can never tell which. i can never tell which.
anxiety and loneliness are a dangerous combination