Tuesday, June 8, 2010


some days this job thing from a place of pure social anxiety can make me feel
like firing a round in the ceiling and yelling hey, hey,
this terrible bitter game of other men's money you call a career,
i did never sign on to witness your quavery posturing, nor you mine

i wanted to write about how yoga lends to my ever-present sensation of being unnatural; i flex and bend in the proper ways and wonder how on earth a body could do this to me for so long and get away with it

mostly it's cool though i just got to vent shit like this once in awhile or the likelihood increases that i will accidentally call someone a "cunt" via telephone, fax, or email.

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