Audrey told me she heard bathroom gossip about me concerning some sort of lesbian hook-up. Honestly, which half of that sentence is more cliche? Bathroom gossip? Or lesbian rumors? 'CAUSE I REALLY CAN'T TELL.

--

me: how do straight edge kids ever hook up?
i mean srsly.

jen: they don't
that's why they so angry

--
Jen's poem to Tom:
"Everything that is hard on you is soft on me, and I like that,
I hope that you didn't give me chlamydia,
But, even if you did, I think I'd still love you."

"It's some real Brautigan shit, right?" said Jen.

--
Speaking of Brautigan shit:
"Map Shower"
For Marcia

I want your hair
to cover me with maps
of new places,

so everywhere I go
will be as beautiful
as your hair.

Star Holes
I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,

watching light
pour itself toward
me.

The light pours
itself through
a small hole
in the sky.

I'm not very happy,
but I can see
how things
are faraway.


There is a page in my sketch-book-book where I wrote next to that:
I'm very sad,
but I can see
how I will be happy soon enough




...or something like that.