May 11 |
We had a deal. We would each cut off a hand, the left one, and then get matching tattoos. She went in first and as they started to saw I panicked and told her no, no, I couldn't do it. I need my hand....
Posted by Jenny on Sun, 11 May 2008 10:27:00 PST |
November 21 |
I think probably, maybe, sometimes you wake me up to tell me things but I don't understand that talk. I have to turn on the lights, check the locks. I also think probably, maybe, you abandon me when I...
Posted by Jenny on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 11:33:00 PST |
Something from the Psych Ward, 2002 |
This letter is a wish. I am torn somewhere between tenderness and betrayal-on any given day I will sway to either side. Tonight, I sit outside and smoke. On a steady diet of salads and cigarettes now....
Posted by Jenny on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:09:00 PST |
