how'd I get so remote. I don't know

paranoia from your hand in the dark.

i think it is a cat. no I think I am one



such a fine sunny day and here I am inside

how'd I get so remote. and yet it was the plan

for me. laid out. fuck. remote. how'd I get so



if I say it it is true. I am insane. one eighth

not enough for anything but to be remote.

history. aboriginals. go in the woods.



I can't all I can do is stare at pines. from here.

they are remote. guess what else is. I should have

wrote instead about my heart. who broke it



I broke it myself. It keeps happening. The rage of a king

the plate

of a beggar



who broke it



me