Losing
-I want to lose things: lose myself, lose everything. The little I possess. The car with the chronic transmission disorder, the thirty two inch TV I bought myself when I was twenty. The three rackets, two of them bent, the DVD player that hasn’t failed me, the many discs with movies, burned or store bought, the discs with music, the little box that buzzes and whirls as I try to fall asleep, the keyboard and mouse attached to it, the monitor that makes my eyes blur after hours of staring at the blank white word processing page. Lose the squeaky […]