dont kiss me.
(written on Tuesday, Nov. 04, 2003)

my breasts are heavy and sore.

my throat is mostly the same.

Mono is not your friend.

nor are cracked ribs.

i would like to sleep soundly

instead of in broken clips that never satisfy my need.

i hope you are well.

i hope you never feel like i do.

i hope that i dont have the plague.