08.27.12

what would i would rather...

this is the only photograph i've taken today.
it's 1 am and i'm sitting on my sidewalk attempting to dictate a poem into my iPad.
there's an entire story behind me, incomplete,
likely only relevant to me,
and difficult to revisit.

what would i would rather...

i'd rather be barefoot right now, walking through the mud,
dragging behind me a rake,
and rubbing my toes against bullfrogs.

i think i may like imperfection just a little too much.


how to disappear completely.