today is probably my last day with her,
I hope it isn’t painful.
can’t imagine what its like when your heart is failing.. when your motor is sputtering out.
when pigeons break their wings, they’ve got to be put down.
and its not like old yeller, who gets shot out back..
you can’t just go around discharging firearms in the city
you’re desperate cause the thing is seizing.. and there’s always a rock around.. so you just bash its head in.
the children are away in another room.
you wonder when you became an adult, and the arbitrator between life and death.
some days I get really sick of the shit of other people..
they paste down letters they can’t even ransom for some meaning.
I know you think part of me is cold for not wanting to help others.. sometimes I forget, you know