this month,

i saw the union of two and my grandfathers eyes have been cut straight open. i ripped up carpet! and tomorrow my mother and i will put down wooden floors. i feel so strong sometimes. i feel so sad sometimes, sometimes i feel happy. i have been thinking a lot about the past lately and im finding that i am not angry. i do not regret, i do not resent, i feel basically nothing. (but this may be a little more painful then pain itself. i expect certain things so that i am not disapointed. this will probably backfire huge one day when i am old and grey)
my job has been lost, my job has been lost, all of those peoples jobs have been lost.
my brother gets older on canada day.
i dont want to sound the same as anyone else.

this will be,

things are much slower and time is never wasted.

thinking about,

her.

thinking about,

a giraffes neck, stove top chai, trampolines.

thinking about,

mint on the roof of my mouth, comparing my body to fruit, all those spanish tongues.

thinking about,

a theme, a rhyme, a series.