Where have you been?
At the end of the day?
At the end of the week.
When is father-daughter day again?
Tag Archives: family
Line up all my relatives. Kristin in a dream – whose voice is that? High and girlish on the phone mail. Who <u>is</u> that?
Who are your friends?
Who are your relatives?
Why can’t there be original artwork on this Starbucks’ walls?
Why is suburban life so oriented toward the dead?
Her face made up like a cadaver.
I have a huge investment in Perfection and in teamwork. Systems in the family.
Well all they have to do is Google me and then die laughing
not even sure they have the impulse to know more, being the oppressor
Happy to be so invisible
while in plain sight
At the next table, the woman drones into her cell phone in a monotone. Sad face and sad words. Manicure. Hairstyle. Family. You know, what am I getting in return? Nothing, absolutely nothing. And maybe expecting something is my problem. I just thought things were going to be a lot different. … skiing with Megan…
Vague wish to go skiing.
I am not panicking.
Software engineering is the family.
What I wish and what I won’t.
The first signs of what to do with it.
There is Suffering.
I’m trying to write. That is suffering.