A Letter

Dear,



"It is pretty coherent." –Nikki

"Oh, that's too bad." –Ted



I feel so empty. Shivering.

The sun is shining. It's

warm and I want to

lie down in the not-yet-

green grass with my

arms around myself.



There was glass on the sidewalk

which I

stepped in without

noticing. After I heard the crunch

I thought about taking a broken piece

and carving my arm — reminding

myself that using random

objects found in the road

was for freshman year.



Now, if I do it at all,

I use something a

bit more clean.

Domestic.



But hey, the glass was brown.

And yesterday was National

"Stop the Bullshit Day"

CATEGORY -- I AM ALONE AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN, 2004

By: Theodora