i've almost forgotten the taste of orange gatorade.

the feeling of holding my breath while moving through strange buildings.

my alarm clock goes off at 1800.
but i haven't slept.
because cell phones are the devil.

i have fought the good fight.
the sad fight.
the hopeful fight of all fucking fights.

failing.


trembling in my sheets.
with scents so soothing.
nausea.

thinking about the peace corps.
thinking about car dealerships.
thinking about 2 years.
tomorrow.

i am weak.
coyote blood has killed me.