lying in monty’s bed listening to music and crying at 3 am

till peace we find
tell you what i’ll do

all the things i own
i will share with you

“AND AGAIN MY INVULNERABILITY IS PUT TO THE TEST.”

poet harry crosby’s final journal entry

Where are you now? Have you left me the last of the dum dum daze? Where are you now when I need your noise? The walls close in and I need some noise.

I WILL be purchasing these next time I go to Traitor Joe’s . . . they’re soft & sweet . . . just like me . . .