(diaryland) July 18, 2001 - 10:56 p.m.

The Soppy Entry

oh my god i saw your very own chin
and absolutely hirsuite
and handsome black scum.

how in a photo it would not be quivering

having gotten back that feeling of caught
lying down and saying minus all
but the crucial face

&     it's the kind of one
that bends down if talking of childhood TV shows
and breaks vases.   with words about breath

I killed a goddamn butterfly for you, mister.

and it feels so schweeeeeeeeeeeeet.