foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary

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Time to sleep
But thereís no sleep
Only an empty glass of wine, a fresh pack of cigarettes, a full ash tray, a shrine to dead friends with a black madonna candle, and the stale scent of quashed incense
At least I look cute
I wish morning would come NOW
I wish I didnít have this insomnia filled night to look forward to (dread)
My fingers are well moisturized
My feet are warm in their wool tights
That will be covered, come morning, with cute bargain red slippers (mary janes)
I wish I wish I wish
That the night was filled with life in this dreary Chicago suburb
I only have two destinations: drving by his house or the twenty-four-hour deli that sells cigarettes and bad porn
I ate a bowl of ice cream today (not frozen yogurt) because
Real women have curves
My clothes for tomorrow are lyting on top of my exacto blade
But I wonít wear them
Iíll wear my day-glo striped comfy threads and amber earrings
I might as well take off this bracelet
I have a zit
It wonít go away, no matter how much salicylic acid a slather onto it
But itís just one zit
My porcelain skin is my claim to beauty
I canít end this fucking poem
Let alone publish it
I just want this night to be over
Why am I always left to my own devices?

1:48 a.m. - 2005-05-23

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