the table

we placed things on it's face. no it wasn't blue eyeliner from sephora...the coffee. at home with italian cream. pens. and this laptop that keeps burning my knees. art. creativity and the memories of moonlight. my mother laughs. it's nearly midnight?...no it's not. n. i don't care what that means. i simply want to care about what happened when he left. i can't get Lady GaGa out of my head. I'M GONNA MARRY THE NIGHT. WON'T GIVE UP ON MY LIFE. weary boys sleep and cotton folds with their skin, i mean that's what's supposed to happen. ok we are simply getting nowhere tonight and i still have to bathe the dog.